at night
as i lay awake
in the dark
in night's light
i remember
all the wasted yesterday's
all the wasted time
all the wasted love

i ponder tomorrow
will i waste that time away?
will love again come my way?
how many more tomorrow's
have i left to throw away

at night
as i lay awake
in the dark
in night's light
what do i feel?
what to me is real??

what i feel
is a feeling
of looking at a dead friend
hoping he will come alive
that it's not the end

at night
as i lay awake
in the dark
in night's light
how strange is my sight