This is why I'm up this late
This is why I wait

Connections that can only be made
After the sun sets
Before the sun can rise

While the sky is a pink blackish orange
I will reminisce about music
I will lament about hugs and whispers
I will wish for the roots I had before I had change

You will laugh
You will inspire wonder
You will wish for change while you still have roots
While the sky is a pink blackish orange