High Above The HeatAn out of work musicianPlays a soul saxophoneAnd he's preaching and he's teachingAnd he stands up all aloneStranded in the darkOf a vision in a parkA poet in his madnessTries to start another lifeAnd he's losing and he's choosingAnd he says he's doing fineAnd they look from such a heightSomehow it's all rightThey're talking back to the nightThat's all that they can doJust talking back to the nightSomehow they make it throughIf you listen you can hear themTheir voices draw you near themThey're talking back to the night for youHigh Above The HeatSome things seem to takeEvery dime a man can makeHis dream keeps getting smallerAnd he wonders where to turnAnd he wonders where to turnAnd he's trying hard to look rightAnd he's trying hard to stayAnd they look from such a heightSomehow it's all rightThey're talking back to the nightThat's all that they can doTalking back to the nightThat's how they make it throughTalking back to the nightTalking back to the nightTalking back to the night