Rolling in bed Desiring sleep Something to give me good dreams Nighttime and no noise No one calling my name Or breathing out in the dark I miss you The lights shine on the lake Midnight approaches Time we had comes to an end More time to wait Less time to feel happy and whole Missing my friend Weekend coming Empty conversations Reveling in the past Problems I make up Pushing people away Got to put on a happy face Even within all the misery Dean Buckner is watching Hospital in Savannah Waiting for my return The loss of a dream Onslaught of failure Cold sheets and light blaring in the hallway Lady in a chair, making sure I don't hurt myself Child crying Youth behind me Wondering about you lately If your marriage is better Feeling lonely in my own home Flights below Looking over the city Cold echoes Future has arrived The world is colder and less certain At any moment, death screams to approach