Sometimes I fall victim
To the Grand Cliche
When I sit awake at night
Listening to the sound of the crickets
Provide backing vocals
In the summertime
In the sweet summertime
And I think to myself
That somewhere far away
You're probably doing the same thing
Listening to songs that make you feel alive
And soaking up the night air
Maybe listening to the crickets as well
And in that way
Maybe
You aren't quite so distant
*Strange how the night moves