The Music of the Night Songtext
von Steve Forbert

When the sun′s done set this ev'ning
You will find me that much furhter down the line;
This big ol′ rat race city's gone and
Put me through the wringer my last time;
Your big shot wheeler dealers don't know eve′rything
And least of all what′s right;
I'm going back to Arlindale to listen to the music of the night.


Your golden city parkways
And your boulevards of lamp light luxury
Made yesterday′s decisions seem
Essential to a dreamer much like me;
A constant stream of ev'rything I′d heard about
Was fin'ly in my sights;
I′m going back to Arlindale to listen to the music of the night.

Well, the weather's getting warmer and the
World back there has woken up for Spring;
Please tell my friend the newsboy not to worry
That I'm missing anything;
This little bag is all I′m taking with me,
Boys, I′ve go to travel light;
I'm going back to Arlindale to listen to the music of the night.
I′m going back to Arlindale to listen to the music of the night.