Awake tonight,
I'll fall away to sometime until we meet.
And how will you be to me
While the passers go & the awhiles grow?
W/ no rings to repay, no ghosts on the phone.

My second sleep story:

I ran down the stairs & onto the street
(Of course, the chase was sheap).
But, here she walks again
On bent-up promises

(Hear that whisper shake out, "Honey, where've you been?")

There's nights I still fall:
I track down the grate & head straight for the light
And raze the ride.
But, should the road ever slow...

Would you ever go home when you waltz off & over?
Or, will you stay & lie awake tonight?

Copyright: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Writer(s): Richard Carl Buckner