My Eyes are suddenly open,
Late at Night
Early Morning,
They Certainly aren't droopin'.

My mind is racin' and loopin',
on this phone
with this girl,
You understand, me not hopin'.

Whether it's my problems
Or even us
now or later,
But after all these gremlins.

I'll be grateful that you,
were here, there
to talk, to listen,
and to set me through.

I walk to the lake,
skip the rocks
and to hope,
were everything but fake.