I've been sitting here
For three hours
The hands of my watch
Haven't moved
Batteries must've died
Figures
That's just the way things work
Or don't work, I guess
Strange the noises you hear
At 3am
The hidden, secret life
Of the night
But that's not really why I'm here
Is it?
I've been sitting here
For three hours
Staring at this gun
And wondering
What should it be used for?
When I sat down
The answer seemed so clear
But now
I'm not quite so sure
I came all this way
Walked miles into the park
To this secluded spot
Because I thought
I knew what I wanted
But now?
Something is holding me back
Another three hours
And its the same
I've no more tears
No more hope, really
But I still don't know
What I want
Scratch that
I do know what I want
I just don't know
If I'm man enough
To go after it
To do what I think
I should
First morning light
And I have to leave
Can't have a Ranger find me
Now can I?
But still
The dilemma
The problem
Remains
I guess tonight
Wasn't my night
Or maybe it was
I just don't know anymore
And I'm tired of asking
Now for the long drive home
Time enough
To put the mask
Back on
And pretend
Everything is ok
No one will notice
Will they?