If you wanna be the heart of midnight   You've gotta be either cynical or dead   All those you hold in estimation   You can no longer count among your friends      Your friends look to surprise you   As friends they always will   So hold on to the extraordinary - hold on to the skill   And start the easy listening, we're coming home again   Stab the back of hell and heroes until we meet again      Listen for the slamming doors   Listen on the ship to shore   Listen hard   Everytime the dogs bark      Like a milk-cow servant turning over in his grave   Turn off your headlights   Show me you're gonna be the sheriff of my heart   Heartbreaker, heartbreaker      The harder the woman   The colder the heart of the man   The harder the woman   The colder the heart of the man      Listen for the slamming doors   Listen on the ship to shore   Listen hard   Everytime the dogs bark      They're cowards of the moment who often miss their mark   They're so resentful of the wisemen with a hunger for the dark   So start the easy listening, we're coming home again   Stab the back of hell and heroes until we meet again