Wish I wasn't the one awake in the middle of Night Only company is a gun so I can take a life I'm not a murderer or robber breaking in a Home The only life I plan to take will be that of my Own If we switched lives for but a day you'd say I Might as well The only reason why I don't is I'm afraid of Hell If you were me a day or two I'd feel sorry for You I cry in the morning and again when the day is Through Reason being I'm twenty-five and never felt Alive Never had a woman or any reason to survive All I do is write pity stories and sing sorrow Songs Theres a hole in my pocket thats why Ive been Poor so long And I never could save enough for a new pair Of pants At my wake my spirit will come and do a happy Dance How I yearn for the day the struggle and pain Goes away It's the middle of the night and that's all I had To say