Don't expect no favors
nothing in return
Tell all your cross-eyed neighbors
that it's none of their concern
Open the shades Melinda
I wanna walk with you in the morning mist
Though I should be home by now
And there must be some way outta this
I was thinking you'd know how
And my judgement may be shaky
And my shoes are soaking through
'Cause the weeds are wet and I haven't yet
Made any sense of you
All the midnight angels
Shine your eyes upon me
whisper long and low
Mindful of the longing
that we ever more may know
Up the ridge on past you