The night is very near to me
and it's getting creepy

someone or something keeps me
safe
and I never look a gift horse
or a God in the mouth.

Jehovah looks over and he's shaking his head
it's a good job I'm alive or else I'd be dead.

Oh Man,
it's a rhyme
take some time
you'll get over it.

Now past the point of what's the point
I don't think I'll be coming back
unless it's as a playing card
and then you can call me Jack.