A Piece of the Night
When the sun comes
It'll be rising while I'm sinking
Actually I'm realizing that the moon is more likable to my thinking
It's out when the day is at it's coolest
When the fools get even more foolish
Or when the good gets better
To whom ever however
They choose to do their thing may midnight be as good to you
as it's been to me
It's made the meanest girl just that much more sweeter
Carried a deep conversation even deeper
Even when my sleepy eyes were burning
We kept on talking on the telephone
Reaching out right beneath the stars
What better way to escape
When you don't even have a car?
Copyright © James Nichols | Year Posted 2006
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