Quarter Past Two

Quarter past two and I'm on my own

Everybody's in their separate homes

I sit in silent isolation

Empty rooms give me space to think

Push my thoughts right to the brink

Sitting so still 'cause there's nowhere to run

Nowhere to run

Sometimes I feel there's nothing new

Sometimes I feel there's so much to do

Sometimes I feel I've almost got a clue

Most times I'm lonely and I don't know

For who

Crisis rising at the quarter hour

Over walls of darkness the moon glowers

The buzz and blur of far off cars fades out