by Bob Malone
From The Darkest Part of the Night (1995)
I’m bolt upright in bed
When I should be sleeping instead
Through this lonely stretch of night
I’m sweating whiskey out my pores
The whiskey ain’t helping no more
It just get more and more unkind
And the clock’s tick tock sounds like a gunshot
In my overeager ear
And I’m alone and it’s dark
But that don’t matter to my heart
‘Cause I can still see your face so clear
And it’s so quiet I swear I can hear my heart break
In these hours when it’s hell just to be awake
In the darkest part of the night
The darkest part of the night…
I’m broken down and broken hearted
And I’m just getting started
On another long hopeless night
And you think by now I’d know
How to sleep alone
But I just can’t seem to get it right
And I just can’t rest my head without a bottle by the bed
‘Cause I don’t really sleep no more
I just pass out instead
And the walls are closing in while I drown in this bed
And there’s a desperate scream inside my head
In the darkest part of the night
The darkest part of the night…
BRIDGE
And sometimes when I think that
Only the sound of your voice can save me
My trembling hand reaches for the phone
Before my second thoughts can betray me
But I never make it past
The drone of the dial tone
‘Cause I cannot forget that you’re not sleeping
You’re not sleeping alone…
In the darkest part of the night
The darkest part of the night…
© 1995 Born Too Late Music (SESAC)
