Midnight Blues

It's the middle of the night and the moon is gliding over
All the birds have taken flight to rest their heads until the dawn
My piano calls to me so I go and get some coffee
Write a line or two or three, before the inspiration's gone

I've got the midnight blues
Cuddled up to my insomnia and waiting for my muse
I've got the midnight blues
Mainlining lots of caffeine and hoping for my muse

Now the drunks have gone to bed and the streets outside are silent
The only sound is in my head and the beating of my heart
The ink is running from my pen as I'm scribbling and sketching
As I try to write again and put some life into my art

I've got the midnight blues
Cuddled up to my insomnia and waiting for my muse
I've got the midnight blues
Mainlining lots of caffeine and hoping for my muse

And so this is how it goes
I pass the time til morning
The ideas slowly dawning
I'm hoping that it shows
All the work and all the thinking
Just to keep myself from sinking

I've got the midnight blues
Cuddled up to my insomnia and waiting for my muse
I've got the midnight blues
Mainlining lots of caffeine and hoping for my muse