Nighttime Blues

Not unlike golden glitter obscured by a tissue or two
Tall, modern buildings shine lights through windows
That travel through a transparent curtain in an otherwise dark room
As for the people in the lit up rooms
I wonder what they are doing up so late
And if they are missing something
Alone in a streamlined, all-white minimalist workspace
With a cup of coffee and a Macbook Pro
A lamp turned on as they FaceTime their kid

I am reaching out to the people of the Earth
I am reaching out to the people of the Earth
I am reaching out to the people of the Earth
I am reaching out to the people of the Earth
To the people of the Earth

Having the nighttime blues
While staring at nighttime blues in the sky
Dark, light and midnight at nine o'clock at night
Rising up from my bed, I see skyscrapers
Some lights on, maybe from insomniacs in apartments
Or a late birthday party, or a made up scenario
By a boy in the dark
I'm staring out at the night sky
And everything below
I am standing naked on top of Plexiglass
That lies directly beneath the lowest cloud
I am staring down below
As I see one lone man talking to himself
Underneath a dim streetlight
I cannot rest my head
Because when will they all go to bed?

I am reaching out to the people of the Earth
I am reaching out to the people of the Earth
I am reaching out to the people of the Earth
I am reaching out to the people of the Earth

When everything is lit only by the Moon and pure distance
Everything starts to make sense
We come to revelations in our sleep
Wake up early in the morning and shrug in shallowness
Dismiss our brighter selves because of the dimmer setting
Nothing makes sense anyways
So who's to say a fever dream isn't reality when they are truly tests
Of how alive we really are
I once saw the entire universe grab me by the throat
And jerk me to different directions
Sweating in my pillow
I wondered if it was real and was it?
Or maybe it's not as deep
Maybe the answer is at the surface
Within the small hole in the lid of a coffee cup
Or the subtle smiles that we express
Only the strongest of emotions through
Or the imperfection in a brushstroke
Maybe that is where the secret to life lies
Or does it lie within the hands of the people
The same people
Behind the windows
Of a bright apartment
Harmonically shining their lights
Into the depth of a dim blue night
Night, night
Night, night
Night, night, night
Dim blue night