I'm tired, sick, and sad, 

of these lonely nights and cloudy skies.

And these “so-called” bright stars 

that don't seem so bright.



So now I'll walk from lamppost to lamppost, 

just to find the brightest one 

then sit and wait for you to come. 



And it's this darkness that gets to me. 

With this light I hope that you can see, 

me from the corner of your eye 

as I sit waiting.



With saying this...



Rain seems to be

coming oh so quickly.

So hurry to my aid 

and pick me up off the ground.

So we can run away from this oh so bitter town.



A couple hours have gone by 

and I've seen my share of cars. 

The moon is getting lower 

and the sun is rising quick.

My arms are getting tired (from holding myself up).

And now tomorrow seems to be

closer than you will ever be to me.