IT'S MIDNIGHT SOMEWHERE

Words and Music by Douglas Osborne


Grass is blowing in the breeze
trees are talking with the wind
wonder how the year is gonna end

The moon is almost full
on this cloudless night, the fog’s not rolling in
the summer’s headed for a fall
and it’s feeling right...and it’s midnight somewhere

TVs talking through the windows
well enough, stories being told
tales of time, and how the world is growing old

The moon…

Skin wins, and the scars of time won’t tell
true stories of where our hearts have been
blue candle, and the breeze from the ceiling fan

The moon…


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