Late at night, the world ain't right

Late at night, the world ain't right No traffic jams, no stoplights Only you to be blue Wait it out, wait another day Time to play gone, wait it out for the dawn. Skewed the few views that accentuate you Read a line, pass the time Or lay back, so sublime to stare into the ceiling for all that it holds become so aware of the shadows in the soul Reeling back, crying "Mercy!" to the unreaching sky But things could be worse If it's called worse to die. Mark Burton 4/25/2005