The streets are deserted; the cars are done beeping It is silent, apart from the willow tree's weeping And even old Mr. McRoger is sleeping.
(Mr. McRoger, I'm sure you have guessed, Is a make-believe man who does not like to rest.
Although, when he finally does get to bed, His sleep is so deep you'd have thought he was dead!
...You'd have thought so, if not for the sound of his snoring which some of his neighbors have trouble ignoring. But back to our story, before it gets boring)
Not one suicidal remains on the bridge! Not one midnight snacker is left in the fridge! All are asleep on this side of the lake. And if all are asleep ...
... why are YOU still awake?
It is dark, which surely you know means it's night And the thing to be done is to put out the light And if the thing to be done's not the thing that you do Then SOMETHING inside must be bothering you!
You're much too mature and clever, I'm sure To be frightened of monsters and things that might **** you
You're not old enough to be stressed about stuff Such as taxes, and how much the grocery might bill you
SO ...
If it's dark and it's night and your age isn't three And you don't pay for food cause you get it for free Then there's only one thing it can possibly be
You, my friend, must be the sort of young lad Who can't fall asleep cause he's simply too sad.
I know how you're feeling; I've seen it before You feel like you just can't go on anymore
You've sunken so deep and you've fallen so low That you think, "Just how low can I possibly go? Of all the lows, this one's the lowliest spot. Can I go any lower? Why, no, I cannot."
Well, I'm here to tell you, you can and you will! In just a few days you will sink lower still! And lower and lower and lower UNTIL... THIS low will seem like the top of a hill!
UNLESS ...
Things COULD get better. They COULD, but they WON'T. They could and they should and they would, but they DON'T.
SO ...
Since you must be exhausted from digging that deep, You may as well just go to sleep.