LATE NIGHT
The distant beat begins again
Calling him away
From the so-crowded room
Something ever beckons him
As he follows a tune
Which he alone can hear
Late Night. Alone.
Out of sync with the beat of joy
He grows closer every day
He grows closer every step
Away
The distant beat begins again
Calling him away
From the so-crowded room
Something ever beckons him
As he follows a tune
Which he alone can hear
Late Night. Alone.
Out of sync with the beat of joy
He grows closer every day
He grows closer every step
Away