It's the Nights

Written by: David Whalen

It’s the nights… It’s the nights that are the loneliest The days grow shorter The nights grow longer And Morpheus morphs into a tempest In the dismal dark, I grow cold The old feel of comfort, lost I’ve naively let Life slip away And at such a terrible cost I used to be somebody… A person In my own right Now I’ve become nobody, Alone…especially in the Dark of night I’ve lost all the things That I once loved All things I thought were right Now in my mind…at night…alone I cannot find A place to put my mind at rest Tis the nights…I dread In my lonely bed…Tis the nights That are the loneliest