There’s a full moon out tonight
The air is cold and my head is light
The house feels big and empty
My heart is sad and lonely

A half hour to midnight
It’s almost time
For the day to end and the clock to chime
I lay in bed, tucked safe and tight

I write by a torch
I write bout a lot
A baby in a cot
A beat down church

My mate’s deep snores
Are making me sore
My torch goes dim
My patience wears thin