Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ronald Gene Brunk
Songwriter
Lyrics
It's the middle of the night
And the pale moonlight
Is locked in mortal combat
With an old street light
They been goin' round and round
With the mist on the ground
And I'm one weary spectator
Afraid to make a sound
Yeah, I'm one weary lonely spectator
When you're not around
This is how it is... this is how it is
When you're not around
It's the middle of the night
And I'm waitin' for the light
And I'm squeezing myself
To make sure I'm still alive
Somewhere in the darkness
I believe in something
That I can't quite put my finger on
But it keeps me hanging on
In spite of everything that's gone wrong
I'm still holding on
And this is what it's like...
In the middle of the night...
When you're not around
It's the middle of the night
And the pale moonlight
Is locked in mortal combat
With an old street light
And this is what it's like...
In the middle of the night...
When you're not around
And this is what it's like...
In the middle of the night...
When you're not around
Writer(s): Ronald Brunk
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