I woke up in a sweat, and paced there in the dark—a family stitched together, a family falls apart. And in an empty room, I thought I saw you. It’s just the nighttime’s tricks. I hear their laughter, their singing from the street. I see the fold of her dress, that look that I know best. I see it all tonight. I feel her warmth tonight. It’s just a sick man’s wish. Now my friends stay and take me all over town. They swear they’ve nowhere to be, but I know better than that. Had I forgotten them? There’s always something waiting. There’s always something waiting for us.