(Verse 1) Chrome polish, shiny as the sun All I need now is a golden gun Somebody stole my book of songs When the sun goes down, I’m gonna write some wrongs (Verse 2) Pages torn, scattered in the breeze My melodies floatin’ through the cypress trees They took my verses, my blood, my name Left me with silence and a hollow frame (Chorus) I can’t recall that midnight line The one that used to make her cry I’d give my soul, I’d trade my sins To hear those lost chords rise again (Verse 3) I searched the pawnshops, the record bins For echoes of my Jags, my Rolls, my rims But all I found was a busted case And a ghost of rhythm I can’t replace (Bridge) If you see a man with a stolen tune Tell him I’m comin’ by the light of the moon With a pen like fire and a voice like steel I’ll take back every note they tried to steal (Chorus) I can’t recall that midnight line The one that used to make her cry I’d give my soul, I’d trade my sins To hear those lost chords rise again (Outro) So I write in blood, I write in pain Till the songs come back like a midnight train And when they do, I’ll sing ‘em strong No thief can hold my book of songs
