It's the middle of the night
I'm nesting 'neath a scarlet sky
And who would i excite
If things would go awry
I'm looking at the moon
And wondering what the wait is worth
I feel it gives no boon
At least not while on earth
If you are only right
Then who have i to wrong, or try?
What words will i recite
What quotes to misapply?
The time is coming soon
The hours begin to grow in girth
And i'll sing this sorry tune
If you will grant me mirth