In the dead of night

A pool of light

Newborn swaddled in white

They laugh and weep

As he finally breathes

Then peacefully sleep



The diva dies alone

Her hands on the phone

Weary to the bone

You know the skies will burn

For every penny she earned

But emptyhanded

She will return



You could be a slave

You could be a tycoon

But we all sleep

Underneath the careless moon



Six o'clock news

Something blew the fuse

And he went wild

Now the crowd wants more

He's faced down on the floor

In a liquor store

The night is full of sirens outside

They're taking the poor squealer for a ride



You could be a slave

You could be a tycoon

But we all sleep

Underneath the careless moon



Simple heart's gonna leave you so soon

Simple heart's gonna leave you so soon

It's the age of the lonely

I flash my light

I feel like I'm slowly dying in here

Tonight



You could be a slave

You could be a tycoon

But we all sleep

Underneath the careless moon