Said you were picking up the late shiftnSaid you didn't mind the night timenSaid those quiet streets are all hauntednAlways a ghost for a best friend, nAnd someday you're gonna win.nnYou sit there staring out your windownAs though you've started into its eyes.nAnd in the distance stands a figure,nA cigarette is candlelight.nIn the beauty of the night.nnThe beauty of the nightnEnfolds a blanket of black skynThe warmth of everything that shinesnIn the beauty of the night.nnA cup of coffee on the way home,nA little shop full of those ghosts nThe cups and saucers there make music.nSpirits pressed into the grounds,nIn the beauty of the night . . .nnThe beauty of the night,nWhen your ideas come alive,nEvery dream you'll ever trynEvery light you'll ever shinenIt's in the beauty of the night.nnYou've spent half of your life,nIn the sleepwalking daze of her eyes.nFeeling half alive, mostlynWishing the sun wouldn't shine.nHere comes the night.nPlay the role of invisible man.nA heart can hide . . .nIn the beauty of the night.