If you wanna be the heart of midnight

You've gotta be either cynical or dead

All those you hold in estimation

You can no longer count among your friends



Your friends look to surprise you

As friends they always will

So hold on to the extraordinary - hold on to the skill

And start the easy listening, we're coming home again

Stab the back of hell and heroes until we meet again



Listen for the slamming doors

Listen on the ship to shore

Listen hard

Everytime the dogs bark



Like a milk-cow servant turning over in his grave

Turn off your headlights

Show me you're gonna be the sheriff of my heart

Heartbreaker, heartbreaker



The harder the woman

The colder the heart of the man

The harder the woman

The colder the heart of the man



Listen for the slamming doors

Listen on the ship to shore

Listen hard

Everytime the dogs bark



They're cowards of the moment who often miss their mark

They're so resentful of the wisemen with a hunger for the dark

So start the easy listening, we're coming home again

Stab the back of hell and heroes until we meet again