You live and breathe the dead of night,
To fly through the world at bare.
No eyes to pry or fish to fry,
Just you and a spoilt mind fair.

For within your car, within your head
You are safest and in control.
You could go for miles or stop and trial
A world to be explored in whole.

But the peak of day sees people aflock
To tend to all you despise.
You don't wish to see the fear they breathe
And the intermission before their demise.

So you soothe your mind in tunes sublime
And breathe a cleanly night.
And look upon your all as fair and small
And mend that which broke when bright