From about quarter to one

Until the early morn

Dogs are barking

Right down the street

The winter wind so warm

Brings a feeling forlorn

I lie back

My work complete

Pull the nightshade down

Block out the noise of the town

The only sound is your breathing

So sweet

Sweat moistens up my toes

Spiders crawl across my nose

The clock is ticking

Its steady beat

The radio on low

Well there's no place to go

I might as well

Admit defeat

Pull the nightshade down

Block out the fear of the town

The only reason to worry now

Is the rain

Well it's at moments like this

That you contemplate your life

Did you make the right choices

Did you marry the right wife?

If you spend too long

You can worry yourself wrong

But I think, man, you're doing okay

You're doing okay