From: rickl1@ix.netcom.com David Blue Midnight Through Morning written by David Blue F The room it was lit up me too I couldn't sit up Engaged was my time in studying the wall C And all the poets kept getting louder Even though they weren't needed any longer The strapless high heeled street walker C7 Believes every day that she goes younger F Eb Ah I wish I could be her lover F Eb And go with her as she makes her rounds F C Bb F And falls with her hair as it comes down F The poets would keep on all night with thier come ons F One would say somethong another'd say more C Looking for contracts but finding the soap Well I know she'd take them all as a joke C Ah but she'd take them all no doubt C And they never knowing what it was about F Eb Ah I wish I could be her lover F Eb And go with her as she makes her rounds F C Bb F And falls with her hair as it comes down F With burning candle and the store window Hard to believe there could be more C All the poets complained of the cold C But they only did what they were told C Searching so hard for a satisfied mind C C7 While she walked by with a satisfied soul F Eb Ah I wish I could be her lover F Eb And go with her as she makes her rounds F C Bb F And falls with her hair as it comes down F A radio played on to almost no one F Attention was payed only to dawn C As she stopped and bent to touch her nylons And felt in the air for a post to lean on No one could ever know her outside C7 In the take of an instant she had passed by F Eb Ah I wish I could be her lover F Eb And go with her as she makes her rounds F C Bb F And falls with her hair as it comes down F Symbols and motives were again promoted F Hard to believe there could be more C As she moved on and then faded out To the songs of the poet still keeping it up The sidewalks cleared themselves for a new touch C7 And it all disappeared into the face of the clock F Eb F Eb F C Bb F From David Blue "David Blue LP" Elektra Records 1966 Faithful Virtue Music Co