For whom does the night owl call?
For what do the crickets play their symphonies?
What in night's shadows prompts dreams to fall?
What in loud quiet awakens me?

For what do the crickets play their symphonies?
A barren audience, void of cruel laughs.
What in loud quiet awakens me?
A longing for cool dew drops and street lamps.

A barren audience, void of cruel laughs,
Replaced by lurking demons to tame.
A longing for cool dew drops and street lamps.
Pride that's hidden in shame.

Replaced by lurking demons to tame,
Night lights that once cast shadowed friends.
Pride that's hidden in shame.
Come morning it all ends.

Night lights that once cast shadowed friends
Faded by a cruel, pink glow.
Come morning it all ends.
And I am left alone to thoughts unknown.

Faded by a cruel, pink glow.
What in night's shadows prompts dreams to fall?
And I am left alone to thoughts unknown.
For whom does the night owl call?