Twelve o`clock
you climb your stairs
you turn the key
And no one`s there
no one`s there
it`s cold and bare.
And there`s the phone
it`s on your wall
and there`s a note
No one`s called
no one`s called
and ain`t that small.
But I can help you
I can understand
I can help you to your promised land
I`m your helping hand
your midnight man.
Try to sleep but sleep won`t come
you lie awake
And toss and turn
toss and turn and burn
burn
buni
burn.
You read a book and try some food
you have a smoke
It ain`t no good
it ain`t no good
you`re in that mood.
But I can help you
I can understand
. ..
No need to be there all on your own
you got the number
you got the phone
Any time and any day
and I`ll be on my way.
I`m at your window
I`m at your door
I`m on the ceiling
I`m on the floor
I`m coming
I`m coming
I`m coming
here I come.
`Cause I can help you
I can understand
. . .
I can help you
I can understand
. . .
Your midnight man
play this song.
I can help you
I can understand. . . .