Midnight Passenger

I stepped out on a celluloid night

That flickered on a black and white reel

Looking for something that I could not explain

I could only feel

These were the songs upheld by the shades

That spoke to me as I left town

Israelite's, the harder they come, 56-47

I hear them now

And the words of the prophets never sounded

As good as the echo of a hard one drop

To be forever enslaved by the sound the creator made

Don't let it stop

Come again, midnight passenger

There to accompany down

To the end of the souls lost avenue

Feel it now

I kept walking in the dust all night

Looking for a diamond in the crush

Halfway under in bars like a ship that was going down or coming up

It was not the sun that stung,

But the feel of loss and the voice of suffering and fate

Till I just stopped listening to the chatter of all those yesterdays crime pays

We will show up with all our secret problems

And if we can't find land

There's a tone written into soul songs that understands

We will be free