To the boy who sings the midnight song..

I sit up on the bed..moving my duck feather quilt at midnight..

The heater in the room giving the bare warmth to my tired body..

I light up a cigarette, and as the grey and white smoke fil up the room... I hear you tune ur six string.

I hear you sing the midnight song, in a land far away from where i stay..

I move up in my bed and my senses seem to lose its way..

An uncontrolled smile takes over my lips...

And i want you close...

My body pining and my nerves whining to have you by my side...

The bed side lamp grows dim..

And my sight grows hazy..I smell invisible weed..

I hear you sing for me...for her..for everyone you see..

Every puff reminds me of your smile..and every word you sing gives me solace that you are close by...

The phone stays stuck to my ears and I hear you breath fall heavy..I fell them near my ears..and every hair on my body, like a censor...telling me your there..very much there..

You sing the midnight song, oh so sweet oh so divine..

Sing me another song my boy...

Sing me another song, because i see life...a good life..in every word you sing.every chord you change..every smile you smile..

Sing me another song my boy..

Tell me how you write your songs, How do you sing them..

Who do they speak of ? Do they speak of her ? Do they speak of me ? Do they speak of the lands unknown or the love that is yet to be??

Cause i see daylight beyond the distant horizon..i see a tomorrow..

I see you there...singing your song for her...

I smile...

I cry...

I wish you were here...

Sing me a midnight song O Boy, my body aches..my senses lose its way..

Dont you leave me here...the smoke gets me choking..its dark in here...
Sing me a song o boy...sing me a song...