Halfway between hopelessness and dawn
Too tired to yawn, sleep is nowhere close
While nearby the contented dream, confident
Appearances deceptive take flight to fantasy
I’ve seen enough of this night to last a lifetime
Late on the city streets we saw him
A final gig before returning to Ireland
Banjo and guitar, two kids and a wife
Sometimes we get what we came desiring
His story different, happy I hope
Before the light of dawn I am wearisome
Inside the tight hems of my blanketed mind
Forlornly longing for a never-waking slumber
Simple rest, not a sweet-dreaming caress
Or lamentations for love unknown
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