May 2008

When the light is low
And no one’s around
I hear the sound
Of electric guitars
And when I’m feeling low
And there’s nowhere left to go
I hear the sound
Of electric guitars
And I didn’t know too much about the politics
And I’m not sure who’s wrong or right
There’s much to know about your limitations
Your aggravations, your realizations
From the past
And are you sure you know
That the things that you know
Are a reality
And not a fantasy, how about that
And if the light’s real down low
and the moods a little slow
I hear the sound
Of electric guitars

Holding on, I’m standing strong
I’m standing proud, I’m moving on
But when the days keep dragging on
Don’t ever let them tell you that your lost
As lonely as the enemy
As driven as a madman
Don’t let the black and blue drag you down
Lose the frown
And take my hand
I dream of you tonight
And everything I do is because the miracle in you
I’m going away now
So sick of being sad
How does it feel
To be expecting such a beautiful thing
It’s you and me
Relieve me of the madness

Who paid my mother
To take the light from my bed
I swear that I love her
But this is troubling my head
Just a little boys fears
Of spiders hitting the ground
Ugly, old men laughing
Under my sheets I’ll be found
My poor old mother
Who holds so much love
I fear that I’ll lose her
And there’ll be no more love
As my eyes grow tired
A scared boy drifts away
Without my little night light
To pave the way
-Just like losing faith in the world
Kind of like losing faith in your god
Maybe it’s like losing your job
But it’s hopeless to think that the problems run out
-When you’re older, and bolder
Without a night light by your bed
Or fairy tale angles protecting your head
From the everyday stress
That’s bringing you down
The commotion, the craziness, spinning around
In your head, day by day
The echoes slowly sound off
The beginning of the end
Without my lovely mother
I’m hopeless to mend