Heart Of The Night - Juice Newton

In the heart of the night In the cool southern rain There's a full moon in sight Shining down on the Pontchartrain And the river she rises Just like she used to do She's so full of surprises She reminds me of you In the heart of the night In the heart of the night In the heart of the night Oh, whoa, down in New Orleans There's a night bird singing Right on through till the dawn And the streets are still ringing With people carrying on It's been so long waiting Just to be here again Anticipating All the time I could spend In the heart of the night In the heart of the night In the heart of the night And I trust in your love Never falling down I trust in your love Just like I do in this town Whoa, never falling down Whoa, never falling down In the heart of the night In the cool fallin' rain There's a full moon in sight Shining down on the Pontchartrain And the river she rises Just like she used to do She's so full of surprises Oh, momma, she reminds me of you Right here, in the heart of the night In the heart of the night In the heart of the night, oh, oh Down in New Orleans And I'm so glad to be back in New Orleans Please don't wake me, don't shake me If it's only, if it's only just a dream 'Cause it's the only place I can face that makes me feel so right Below that Dixie moon and loving you In the heart of the night

Come on, let's go baby, don't even pack This town feels like a cage and honey, I'm not made like that I can see the maybe in the jasmine of your eye I'm a Roman candle baby, do you have a light Put lightning in this Thunderbird till the metal comes alive The rhythm of the road will give these horses wings to fly And my true north is anywhere I can leave it all behind Let's point this thing west Into the chest Of the still beating heart of the night... I know the crazy in these words coming from my mouth But I swear that's where I'm going, girl if we don't leave right now I'll be your wildfire, you be my Santa Ana wind (Santa Ana wind) Turn every town we never been to Into somewhere that we've been Yeah, put lightning in this Thunderbird till the metal comes alive The rhythm of the road will give these horses wings to fly And my true north is anywhere I can leave it all behind Let's point this thing west Into the chest Of the still beating heart of the night I watched my old man grow older and slower These factory wages weighing on his shoulders This town was a boulder that just broke his back No, I ain't going out like that Put lightning in this Thunderbird till the metal comes alive Yeah, the rhythm of the road will give these horses wings to fly Yeah, and my true north is anywhere I can leave it all behind Let's point this thing west Into the chest Of the still beating heart... Of the night

Well I can feel it filling in When it's Friday night Young blood flowing through my veins, full of fight Probably do a bunch of things that just ain't right Well hell, ain't that what the weekend's for? Windows down, the seat way back, and the radio up Natural eye between my legs in a Dixie cup Not a care in the world, just don't leave it up Well, the night it opens wide City and the stars align Ain't it wonderful to be alive? Ain't that what the weekend's for? Ain't that what the weekend's for? Searching for the heart and soul of the night Oh, of the night Monday morning, still laughing about what we did and said Girls and booze and attitude swimming in my head Worth every moment, every second, no regrets Keeping one eye on the prize City and the stars align Ain't it wonderful to be alive? Ain't that what the weekend's for? Ain't that what the weekend's for? Searching for the heart and soul of the night Woah, of the night Years fly by, the scene it shifts overnight Little less stealing, little less stealing, little less flight Kids are in bed, there's a buzz in my head, sparks ignite I still got fumes in my tank for another ride Ain't that what the weekend's for? Ain't that what the weekend's for? Ain't that what the weekend's for? City and the stars align Ain't it wonderful to be alive? Ain't that what the weekend's for? Well, ain't that what the weekend's for? Searching for the heart and soul of the night