There's a gap somewhere between midnight and one,
where the music plays on but the musicians have gone and the coat tails of morning have yet to appear,
it's a strange sort of here and now but somehow it soothes me as the music play smoothly and the time is laid back,
but as the clock strikes one all thoughts of peace are gone and the night carries on as before.
but somewhere there's a door for me that leads me to perpetuity,the clock shows it ten past three
and it's time for my bed.