You’re impossible to talk to
in the middle of the night,
like a cold wind before dawn breaks
or like the last ghost before sunlight.
You’re not alone, you’re just lonely
and you keep moving on,
like a train from the Midwest:
once you’re here, you’re already gone.
But I can stay up late,
waiting for your car
and watch it disappear
on the horizon where you are.
You’re the reason I’m not sleeping
in the middle of the night,
like a cold wind in my heart:
it shouldn’t kill me, but it might.
And I can stay up late
with all the love I have to give,
and watch you disappear
on the horizon where you live.

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