Talking Back To The Night Lyrics - Icon - Steve Winwood

High above the heat of a summer New York street 

An out-of-work musician plays a solo saxophone 

He's a preacher and a teacher 

And he stands up all alone 

Stranded in the dark of a vision in the park 

A poet in his madness tries to find another line 

And he's losing and he's using 

And he says he's doing fine 

And they look from such a height 

That somehow it's all right 

They're talking back to the night 

It's all that they can do 

Talking back to the night 

It's how they make it through 

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If you listen you can hear them 

Their voices draw you near them 

They're talking back to the night for you 

Something seems to take every dime the man can make 

His dream is getting smaller and he wonders where to turn 

And he's trying hard to make it 

And he's trying not to burn 

Woman never minds, pulls the shade and draws the blinds 

She takes him in the darkness where the loneliest can feed 

She gives him all she has to 

And it's no more than he needs 

And they look from such a height 

That somehow it's all right 

They're talking back to the night 

It's all that they can do 

Talking back to the night 

It's how they make it through 

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If you listen you can hear them 

Their voices draw you near them 

They're talking back to the night for you 

And they look from such a height 

That somehow it's all right 

Talking back to the night 

It's all that they can do 

They're talking back to the night 

It's how they make it through 

Talking back to the night 

They're talking back to the night 

Talking back to the night 

Talking back to the night 

Talking back to the night 

Talking back to the night 

Talking back to the night