Midnight

You had a lot of bad things happen
All at the wrong time
You don't recall feeling quite this bad
In your whole life
Every night you fall asleep to the light
Of the television
Now you don't want to say it...
You think you can make it alone...

You can call on the phone at midnight
I'll be standing by after all my goodnights
You can hold on and sit tight
Everybody needs a call after midnight

It's like a lot of your day's spent
Trying to be patient
Spending your time drawing chalk outlines
Of yourself on the pavement
When the bed hits your head
You still feel generic
Now you don't want to say it...
You think you can make it alone...

You can call on the phone at midnight
I'll be standing by after all my goodnights
You can hold on and sit tight
Everybody needs a call after midnight

Now you don't want to say it...
You think you can make it alone...
But you really need to pick up the phone now