Lying here alone in the dark
In the faint glow of the clock
Counting the heartbeats in my pillow
In no mood for taking stock
Wishing someone was here to share my bed
But in the absence of that I toss and turn
Finally I sit bolt upright and hit the light
Midnight oil’s about to burn
chorus
Sometimes the best things aren’t done in the usual hours
When everyone else is around
Sometimes the best plans are laid under auxiliary power
When the ties and commitments are unbound
When it’s so late it’s early
And all the straight lines turn swirly
In these midnight hours.
Words that come hard now come easy
Once the urge has been turned loose
I was once afraid I’d run out of things to say
But now I can’t believe what gets produced
Not coming from me but through me
On the way into the general domain
Some words of love from behind or above
Or expressions of fear and pain
repeat chorus
Say everything while saying nothing at all
Showing the world what it is
Holding a mirror to society’s face
What's confusing, what’s hers and what’s his
This is what I’m trying to figure out
At least with what's going on these days
Up late at night, upside down, uptight
Out of sync, out of phase
repeat chorus
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It's pretty much the way it is in the lyrics ... go to bed, try to sleep, can't sleep ... may as well get up and make best use of the time. I've always kept unorthodox hours, but as I get older it's much more frequent. Best thing to do, instead of laying in bed and cursing the darkness, is to get up, turn on a little light, and have at it.
This song goes back to my burst of prolificity in the early 2000s, when I was still living at the Jersey Shore. No music, never performed live or recorded (no connection to Wilson Pickett or Billy Idol, either).
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