| My midnight’s never just and never fair |
| It haunts me like a ghost when it’s not there |
| Andwhen I think I’ve learned to know its call |
| My midnight shakes me down to nothing at all |
| My midnight’s never late and always slow |
| A smile and a nod and it’s time to go |
| And when I start to think that I’m wasting my time |
| My midnight strikes me down with a single chime |
| My midnight’s never brave and never strong |
| It just waits patiently 'til I come along |
| And when I think I’ve found a place and a time |
| That’s when my midnight comes and leaves me blind |
| My midnight laughs at me when I run away |
| Shades of blue and gold and white and grey |
| And when I see my chance and I think I can run |
| My midnight strikes me down before I’ve begun |
| My midnight hates me much like I hate myself |
| Always steps between me and someone else |
| And when i start to fear I’m growing too old |
| That’s when my midnight comes and releases its hold |
| My midnight comes in ways I can’t explain |
| Blotting out the sun with the wind and rain |
| And when I start to learn to love the night |
| My Midnight blinds me with its flashing light |