Wide Awake at Midnight

Storm clouds gather to the west. Signal’s lost on the radio. Warning lights say I need to rest. Headlights have turned to halos. Stop for coffee and gasoline. Walk the aisles for no regrets. Bought a back-up plan for 20 bucks of shoestrings and cigarettes. If I’m to Sanderson before I lose the light, I’ll feel pretty certain I’ll make it home tonight. The needle’s in the red. There’s a long road ahead of me. I’m hoping that I make it. Hope is all I have for strategy. But I’m reckless not to risk it, I never cared for what I should. I’m wide awake at midnight, I never felt so good. I turned off my dashboard lights. When the moon was hanging low. So, I could trace the blue silhouette of the Sangre de Christos. Time’s a thief that loves to lie in wait. Tonight, I’ll steal some back ‘fore it catches my mistakes. The needle’s in the red. There’s a long road ahead of me. I’m hoping that I make it. Hope is all I have for strategy. But I’m reckless not to risk it, I never cared for what I should. I’m wide awake at midnight, I never felt so good. Moving fast but sitting still. I don’t know what’s lost or gained. Is it tomorrow or today? I’ve lost so many hours playing it safe. The needle’s in the red. There’s a long road ahead of me. I’m hoping that I make it. Hope is all I have for strategy. But I’m reckless not to risk it, I never cared for what I should. I’m wide awake at midnight, I never felt so good.