paroles de chanson Talking Back to the Night - Joe Cocker
High
above
the
heat
of
a
summer
New
York
street
An
out-of-work
musician
plays
a
solo
saxophone
And
he's
preacher
and
he's
teacher
And
he
stands
up
all
alone
Stranded
in
the
dark
of
a
vision
in
the
park
A
poet
in
his
madness
tries
to
find
another
line
And
he's
losing
and
he's
using
And
he
says
he's
doing
fine
And
they
look
from
such
a
height
That
somehow
it's
all
right
They're
talking
back
to
the
night
It's
all
that
they
can
do
Just
talking
back
to
the
night
It's
how
they
make
it
through
If
you
listen
you
can
hear
them
Their
voices
draw
you
near
them
They're
talking
back
to
the
night
for
you
Something
seems
to
take
every
dime
the
man
can
make
His
dream
keeps
getting
smaller
and
he
wonders
where
to
turn
And
he's
trying
hard
to
make
it
And
he's
trying
not
to
burn
And
they
look
from
such
a
height
That
somehow
it's
all
right
They're
talking
back
to
the
night
It's
all
that
they
can
do
Talking
back
to
the
night
It's
how
they
make
it
through
Talking
back
to
the
night
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