(Shhh… listen…) You see the city dress for nine-to-five But after midnight the fabric starts to slide. I know a doorway where the clock forgets to chime, And the only light that’s honest is the neon sign. Now the street’s a little looser, the air a little thick I’m not selling you a story, just a ticket to the kick. So slide on in, let the asphalt hum, You and me, we’re the ones who come For the corner jazz and the whispered plan The part of town that don’t give a damn. You ever taste a laugh that’s not for cameras? Feel a sidewalk sway like a slow hammock? I got a spot where the jukebox only plays the old stuff, And the bartender winks before you say enough. The night’s a different language, I can show you how it goes Just leave your watch at the door, and let your shadow choose the clothes. So slide on in, let the asphalt hum, You and me, we’re the ones who come For the corner jazz and the whispered plan The part of town that don’t give a damn. Come morning, this will be a secret we can’t spell But right now the moon’s all loose, and the pavement’s a carousel. So slide on in (shoo-bee-doo), let the asphalt hum, You and me, we’re the ones who come (come on and) For the corner jazz and the whispered plan The part of town that don’t give a damn. (Yeah… the part that just… don’t.)
