spent my whole life following the rules
had a name, chased fame
fell in love with losers
lost the love
as i fell for the spell
eventually it was just me
in an empty room
seasons changed, the years passed
lived on tax money
from a government i despised
never felt right
started looking for work
but hated the brightness of daylight
and the fake joy of summer
so i took the nightshift
read the great outsider books
lived in my fantasies
and now i’m somewhere else
detached from all this
you see me and wonder
who i am, where i come from
but i am not really here
this is all some kind of dream
you are asleep
while i work the nightshift…
and when the morning’s near
i’ll begin to disappear
get lost in my secret worlds again
neon lights shine bright (so bright)
turn all those wars in my mind
into sweet songs i can whistle
the next time… (stay on it)
when i work the nightshift