Go-to-Bed Light

everywhere I go, I never seem to stay
there’s always some siren that’s calling me away
when the world begins to fade back into sight
in the go-to-bed light
sometimes the sky seems to talk to you,
sends you a message with its hue
like the sneaky way it starts to get bright
that’s the go-to-bed light
sleep deprivation will change the way you think
at least as well as a pull from a strong drink
right & wrong is not so black & white
in the go-to-bed light
it’s a crazy world & we all do our part
my existential longing is my art
I almost figured it out but not quite
in the go-to-bed light
you’re up to your ankles in the bay
you can sing what you can’t say
the echoes always seem to make it right
in the go-to-bed light
it’s a charmed life but it’s a weird charm
you’re as certain as the venus has no arms
that if she could she’d hold you tight
in the go-to-bed light
the passers-by turn into passers-out
I forgot what we were talking about
like I forgot to call it a night
before the go-to-bed light