Woke up in the middle of the night
I thought I heard the screaming
Was it me or was it the mind
Or was the neighbour weeping
Dry in the throat, eyes afloat
The night slowly breathing

In the night there’s no prize
Just the lights of passing cars a shadow inside you
Surprise, hear the lies
Of the generations behind you
The radio man
A flash in the pan
Voice smiling but the tremble is a dead giveaway, mind you
The phone, ringing twice
The wrong number story of your life
And then the bright sunrise
The neighbour sighs but
You’re petrified.
Walk in the street, and hear the cries
The louder they talk the frightened their eyes
And in the corner, little jack horner
Says hello to you and then throws the dice
And you know, with some pride
Its just gonna be the old snake eyes.
And you’re just paralysed.

Wake up in the middle of the day
The sun shines so we have to make hay
And there’s six of us against the might
Of generations of decay
Yet I know inside
They can throw the dice
And I can walk away
The games the same the rules the same
Just the players change
And if you thought you’ve seen it all
Then you can think again.