THE REFLECTION      I'm tired, sick, and sad,    of these lonely nights and cloudy skies.   And these so-called bright stars    that don't seem so bright.      So now I'll walk from lamppost to lamppost,    just to find the brightest one    then sit and wait for you to come.       And it's this darkness that gets to me.    With this light I hope that you can see,    me from the corner of your eye    as I sit waiting.      With saying this...      Rain seems to be   coming oh so quickly.   So hurry to my aid    and pick me up off the ground.   So we can run away from this oh so bitter town.      A couple hours have gone by    and I've seen my share of cars.    The moon is getting lower    and the sun is rising quick.   My arms are getting tired from thinking of you.   And now tomorrow seems to be   closer than you will ever be to me.