Sometimes the night literally calls out to me
beautiful shadow women in bar neon’s glow
the tinkle of ice in glasses, different jewels in different boxes
all traps for my delicate fingers

We will shine and hope that its enough
to make dreams from despair and call the devil’s bluff

I bang this old guitar, reach deep into temptation
and let it mingle with the smoke, turning grime to gold
angels in hell, their halos dim in the blackness
pale, but shining still

We will shine and hope that its enough
to make dreams from despair and call the devil’s bluff

Sometimes in spite of the danger ‘round here
through the taste of disappointment and smell of stale beer
I hear angel voices answering me
clear and echoing

We will shine and hope that its enough
to make dreams from despair and call the devil’s bluff

To see light in the darkest corners may be crazy
or it might be some form of second sight
unexpected, unexplained, it has found us again
never lost but always wandering

We will shine and hope that its enough
to make dreams from despair and call the devil’s bluff

Posted Sunday, March 2nd 2008