Texty: Graham Parker. Watch The Moon Come Down.

In this dirty town there's nothing going for me
No show's going down that I would want to see
Nothing but the midnight train

In this shady street on a top floor flat
Women take their sheets down to the laundromat
And as the night falls on this town

I'm going to watch the moon come down
Watch the moon come down
I'm gonna watch the moon come down
Watch it come down

As the workmen walk home, reflected in the car chrome
Splashing through the gutters and the sand
The birds move in the rafters hearing echoes of the laughter
From children in a playground close at hand

And hands inside my pockets, staring at the light sockets
Everyone's been blown out everyone's been thrown out
I said, "Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby"

I'm going to watch the moon come down
Watch the moon come down
I'm gonna watch the moon come down
Watch it come down

If I stay out all night, test the midnight train's headlights
Follow the tracks beyond sight to the bend
Now who've I got to let down
Tell me somebody with their head down

Bargin' into solid ground in the end
In the end, yeah in the end
Waitin' for the end, arrive to the end, hey, hey
I said, "Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby"

Watch the moon come down
Watch the moon come down
Watch the moon come down

Yes, I'm going to watch the moon come down
Yeah, I'm going to watch the moon come down
Like a midnight train uh huh

Uh, uh, I'm going to watch the moon come down
Watch it come down
Yes, I'm going to watch the moon come down
Like a midnight train