When the noises of the night start to haunt you
When the noise in the bushes starts to taunt you
When the branches on the tree reach down to tap you
When the atlas and highways try to map you
When the figures in the fog have finally found you
When the edges of your sleep surround you
When the creatures of the morning start to watch you
When the only other person playing the game says "I caught you"
I got your back
We are one when we get going on
So don't rest now, wake now, wake, don't rest