Midnight chimes and the house is sleeping

I’m just sitting on my phone

All the troubles of the day are settling

Like pictures in a frame, but do they seem the same?



I close my eyes and I slowly count to ten

By the time I get to five I understand

Something on my shoulder’s telling me

It’s time to turn the phone off make some tea

You can’t kick the can, down the road

To a distant land, before it comes back home


Half past one and the radio’s fading

Telling me it’s to go to bed

In my dreams I’m a stone cold sleeper

But still I toss and turn, will I ever learn




In the wee small hours of silence

Everything seems mighty clear

And if staying up makes no sense

I’m happy passing time, well is it such a crime