King Of The Night
King Of The Night
(J. Lyon/M. Noble)
Battered old hands, black leather jacket
Sad, mournful cat, sweet moonlit racket
And I slid through the alleys
Like some old town stalking
As I go out walking, King of the Night
King of the Night
Night's curtain falls, soft velvet texture
A saxophone calls some ballad by Dexter
Yea, I'm dresses in my best and the locals are gawking
I hear them talking, King of the Night
When I'm out in my kingdom
Cares if the world take flight
King of the Night
Someone is waiting
A falling star's creating
Anticipation in the air
She's there