I woke this morning to the feel of panic
Laid in bed and tried to handle it
Started thinking what had to be done
Ain’t it funny how the panic grows
When you seem to have everything to lose
Strange because you can’t move
With the walls closing in.
taken from Bob Seger’s "Night Moves"
I woke last night to the sound of thunder
How far off I sat and wondered
Started humming a song from 1962
Ain’t it funny how the night moves
When you just don’t seem to have as much to lose
Strange how the night moves
With autumn closing in
I could have fun doing the rest of the song.