In Silky Sally’s bedroom
where the midnight mirror stands
when the hunting season is over
and Santa Claus has gone

I go and see my reflections here
in the midnight evening
in the midnight evening
in the midnight evening

So what do you see in the magic mirror
if you can remove the dust
so say you a phonebook go full of error
with an empty index of lost

Here comes slow-winged slowbirds
carrying windows in the street
See the rain is gently falling
on the childless widow

Better follow the empty road
in the midnight evening
in the midnight evening
in the midnight evening

And Silky Sally will tell you
maybe see yourself in me
so what do you think I’m doing here
in a big black Cadillac car

With the smoke and smell of Gasolin’
in the midnight evening
so Silky Sally will tell you
maybe see yourself in me