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