Just a teenage boy I was   In a flurried state of confusion   Painful states of joy I found   In th ethrows of Jazz Fusion      Find me at your window   Open up the curtains   Let us go out to desreted streets   Get in someone's car   Find our way up to the Canyon   Find our way up to the Canyon      Nothing compares to the Middle of the Night   Nothing surpasses our Midnight Movie   Desperate eyes, dark room, water pipe to the Moon   Then home to Mom and Dad      Just another journey through the dark   Dodging white cars with their black ceilings   The orange light can seem so stark   So full of something and yet so empty      The haunting wind is so cold in your bloodshot eyes   Alleys to the after hours rooms   Glass flower in bloom   Let us all slide down the canyon   Let us all slide down the canyon      Nothing compares to the Middle of the Night   Nothing surpasses our Midnight Movie   Desperate eyes, dark room, water pipe to the Moon   Then home to Mom and Dad            Copyright 2004 Beau Phillips