Takes

Lyrics

[verse]

This town was built for winners, built for men who play it safe

I've been folding shirts and counting hours since I was a kid my age

There's a horn player who lives down by the tracks

He's got nothing but a suitcase and a coat upon his back

[chorus]

I'm gonna call myself the midnight wanderer

I'm gonna trade the quiet life for something truer

Let the losers have the glory of the empty games they've won

I'll take the long way out beneath a colder sun

[verse]

My father says a name means something, means you settled down

I say a name's just something borrowed, something handed round

I'd rather blow a solo no one claps for in the rain

Than shake the hands of men who never learned to feel the pain

[chorus]

I'm gonna call myself the midnight wanderer

I'm gonna trade the quiet life for something truer

Let the losers have the glory of the empty games they've won

I'll take the long way out beneath a colder sun

[bridge]

Maybe I won't make it, maybe I'll come home

Older, poorer, wiser, walking back alone

But I'd rather lose it chasing something real

Than win a life I never had to feel

[chorus]

So I'm gonna call myself the midnight wanderer

I'm gonna trade the quiet life for something truer

Let the losers have the glory of the empty games they've won

I'll take the long way out beneath a colder sun

Model notes (creation log)

## Metadata
**Caption:** jazz rock, saxophone solo, smooth groove, sophisticated harmony, moody, 88 BPM, male vocal
**BPM:** 84
**Duration:** 168.0s
**Key:** G minor
**Time Signature:** 4

## Lyrics
[verse]
This town was built for winners, built for men who play it safe
I've been folding shirts and counting hours since I was a kid my age
There's a horn player who lives down by the tracks
He's got nothing but a suitcase and a coat upon his back

[chorus]
I'm gonna call myself the midnight wanderer
I'm gonna trade the quiet life for something truer
Let the losers have the glory of the empty games they've won
I'll take the long way out beneath a colder sun

[verse]
My father says a name means something, means you settled down
I say a name's just something borrowed, something handed round
I'd rather blow a solo no one claps for in the rain
Than shake the hands of men who never learned to feel the pain

[chorus]
I'm gonna call myself the midnight wanderer
I'm gonna trade the quiet life for something truer
Let the losers have the glory of the empty games they've won
I'll take the long way out beneath a colder sun

[bridge]
Maybe I won't make it, maybe I'll come home
Older, poorer, wiser, walking back alone
But I'd rather lose it chasing something real
Than win a life I never had to feel

[chorus]
So I'm gonna call myself the midnight wanderer
I'm gonna trade the quiet life for something truer
Let the losers have the glory of the empty games they've won
I'll take the long way out beneath a colder sun