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 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