After midnight, the air is silent,
The crickets chirp, the birds are quiet.
Hear the low hum of passing cars,
The beat and thrum of guitars in bars.
Occasionally a cry will break the night,
Or giggles will follow the sound of a light.
The sound of bottles being thrown away,
The bar downstairs is done for the day.
Come three in the morning, or even one,
The club’s will close, they’re all done;
The patrons will flood the street to phone,
A rideshare to drive them all the way home.
After midnight, the air is silent,
The crickets chirp, the birds are quiet.
Hear the low hum of passing cars,
The beat and thrum of guitars in bars.
Occasionally a cry will break the night,
Or giggles will follow the sound of a light.
The sound of bottles being thrown away,
The bar downstairs is done for the day.
Come three in the morning, or even one,
The club’s will close, they’re all done;
The patrons will flood the street to phone,
A rideshare to drive them all the way home.