It's bedtime again
And here I am...

The wind in my face
I keep a steady pace...

I know what to write
but ever little idea...

The bus grinds to a halt
they all run for the door...

Oh what I would do
To look upon your face...

A monotone hum in my ear
the numbers start to swirl...

Slowly he wakes
Before day breaks...

If one more thing
was all I could do...

Soft wind upon our faces
Restless, tossing and turning...

Does anybody hear
others anymore...

So cold and alone
No way to get worm...

Come home
walk to my couch...