All is dark but for the greenish glow
Of the bedside clock radio
It’s 3 AM and here they come again
Just like they’ve done before
At first there’s one and then a couple more
Like little birds perching on a wire
And soon there’s a gathering
A crooning restless choir
Of thoughts in the middle of the night
You toss and turn, 3:45
When little things magnify
Lists uncrossed, chances lost
A conversation gone awry
Now, they’re lining up all these old mistakes
You’re looking back at the sad parade
Warnings you chose not to hear
Calling now loud and clear
But too late in the middle of the night
5 AM, you haven’t solved a thing
You’re right back where you started from
They just won’t go away
They have come to play
These thoughts until the break of day
Until the break of day