Why won't you answer? Midnight in Dover Sun's coming up now I guess it's over All those things I ever thought Would never end To think they're now all memories Sends me round the bend

Walking around at midnight Looking for my marking stone I was born an honest way One foot go the right way I feel like I'm itching Well I am an old man I've got nothing more to say Take me to higher ground I wondered on back home

Silent night for the rest of my life Whisper, whisper don't make a sound Your bed is made it's in the ground Hold your breath and count to four Pinky swears don't work no more I was alive but now I'm singing Silent knight at the edge of your knife Won't

You will never come close to how I feel You will never come close to how I feel Cracks in the pavement underneath my shoe I care less and less about and less about you No one else around to look at me So I can look at my shadow as much as I please All

You're gonna need somebody on your bond Tellin' everybody they're gonna need somebody on their bond You're gonna need somebody on your bond child When it's late 'round midnight and old man Death comes slippin' into the room You take Mary and Martha

And I want her by my side Well it's three hours past midnight And my baby is nowhere around Well It's three hours past midnight And my baby's no where around I listen hard to hear her footstep Yeah and I ain't even heard a sound Well I toss and tumble on

Is a cold fire I'll be around It was long after midnight When we got to unconditional love She said sure, my heart is boundless But don't push my limits too far I said if love was so transcendent I don't understand these boundaries

Yeah, I still miss her in a round about way But I still miss her in a round about way Around about the time that midnight rolls around 'Cause she's not around As far as all my friends can tell I took her leavin' well - that's kinda right 'Cause when I'm

Pick a bale of cotton Pick a bale a day Let the midnight special Gonna jump down, spin around, pick a bale of cotton Gonna jump down, spin around, pick a bale a day I said me and my buddy gonna pick a bale of cotton Now me and my buddy gonna pick a bale

Then we slide into the arms of someone else Yeah, we slide into the arms of someone else In disguise, we get a little better at controlling ourselves around midnight Nobody wants to, nobody wants to From the hot strobe lights and the spiked punch bliss