Middle of the Night

It's not you,
something else is on my mind.

Half past two,
the breeze and the moon invite.
I know sleep can wait
I hear the calling of the night.

Out of view,
the windows open watchful eyes of
midnight blue
flickers from the TV screens.

Like a fugitive I'm
shrinking from the headlight beams.

The things I do
my friends and neighbors fear to ask.

It's nothing new;
I dread the tedious working days.

In my secret life
I'm set in my nocturnal ways.

Nothing much to do
but steal through shafts of light and
dance to Luna's tune
beyond the neighbors' sight.

I love the middle of the night.

Fantasy:
I'm ruler of these empty streets.
My reverie:
the sleeping freeway's hissing drone.

You know darkness is the only time
they ever leave me alone.

Nothing much to do
but steal through shafts of light and
dance to Luna's tune
beyond the neighbors' sight.

Sparring with the air
and sprawled out on the lawn.
I don't even care
if I ever see the dawn.

I love the middle of the night.


LApp: guitar, fretless bass, vocals, drums
Ray Guiser: flute
Jonathan May: cello