David Blue Midnight Through Morning written by David Blue The room it was lit up me too I couldnt sit up Engaged was my time in studying the wall And all the poets kept getting louder Even though they weren't needed any longer The strapless high heeled street walker Believes every day that she goes younger Ah I wish I could be her lover And go with her as she makes her rounds And falls with her hair as it comes down The poets would keep on all night with thier come ons One would say somethong another'd say more Looking for contracts but finding the soap Well I know she'd take them all as a joke Ah but she'd take them all no doubt And they never knowing what it was about Ah I wish I could be her lover And go with her as she makes her rounds And falls with her hair as it comes down With burning candle and the store window Hard to believe there could be more All the poets complained of the cold But they only did what they were told Searching so hard for a satisfied mind While she walked by with a satisfied soul Ah I wish I could be her lover And go with her as she makes her rounds And falls with her hair as it comes down A radio played on to almost no one Attention was payed only to dawn 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 In the take of an instant she had passed by Ah I wish I could be her lover And go with her as she makes her rounds And falls with her hair as it comes down Symbols and motives were again promoted Hard to believe there could be more 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 And it all disappeared into the face of the clock From David Blue "David Blue LP" Elektra Records 1966 Faithful Virtue Music Co