Hawks of Paradise

i have been one acquainted with the night.
i have walked out in rain- and back in rain.
i have outwalked the furthest city light.

i have looked down the saddest city lane.
i have passed by the watchman on his beat
and dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

i have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
when far away an interrupted cry
came over houses from another street,

but not to call me back or say good-bye;
and further still at an unearthly height
one luminary clock against the sky

proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right.
i have been one acquainted with the night.

And when band kicked off an impressive set with a fuzzed-up cut steeped in the jingle-jangle of the Yardbirds, it was obvious the Hawks folks were fans of ’60s reverb-drenched psych pop.