Midnight Man - Plastic Plates, Flash And The Pan

Twelve o’clock

You climb your stairs

You turn the key

And no one’s there

No one’s there

It’s cold in bed

And there’s the fire

It’s on your wall

And there’s a note

No one’s called

No one’s called

Ain’t that small

But I can help you

I can understand

I can help you

To your promised land

I’m your helping hand

Your midnight man

You try to sleep

But sleep won’t come

You lie awake

And toss and turn

Toss and turn

And burn burn burn burn

You read a book

And try some food

You have a smoke

It ain’t no good

It ain’t no good

You remember

But I can help you

I can understand

I can help you

To your promised land

I’m your helping hand

Your midnight man

No need to be there

Out on your own

You’ve got my number

You’ve got the phone

Any time any day

And I’ll be on my way

I’m at your window

I’m at your door

I’m on the ceiling

I’m on the floor

I’m coming

I’m coming

I’m coming

Here I come

'Cause I can help you

I can understand

I can help you

To your promised land

I’m your helping hand

Your midnight man

I can help you

I can understand

I can help you

To your promised land

I’m your helping hand

Your midnight man