Quiet town dead asleep
You listen for a noise someone up
but only hear the rustle of trees and leaves.
The winds howling at the bright big moon and you stop lay down in the street and breathe.
You thought to yourself if a car came at any moment would you be able to move fast enough.
Somewhere up in that mind is the thought that maybe it doesn't matter if you move fast enough
Maybe it's meant to be maybe it's for the better.