Midnight

You had a lot of bad things happen

All at the wrong time

You don't recall feeling quite this bad

In your whole life

Every night you fall asleep to the light

Of the television

Now you don't want to say it...

You think you can make it alone...

You can call on the phone at midnight

I'll be standing by after all my goodnights

You can hold on and sit tight

Everybody needs a call after midnight

It's like a lot of your day's spent

Trying to be patient

Spending your time drawing chalk outlines

Of yourself on the pavement

When the bed hits your head

You still feel generic

Now you don't want to say it...

You think you can make it alone...

You can call on the phone at midnight

I'll be standing by after all my goodnights

You can hold on and sit tight

Everybody needs a call after midnight

Now you don't want to say it...

You think you can make it alone...

But you really need to pick up the phone now