Run About Midnight Run About Midnight I feel the jail closing in Living my stage fright I need the sun to be here tomorrow Thinking about my life And all the changes she made When she went running out All the colours fade to midnight What a bad week I've had Just laying on the window What a bad week I'm sad Just laying on the window Will I be singing Or am I moving Am I still singing I've gotta wait She's choosing What a bad week I had Just laying on the window What a bad week I'm sad Just laying on the window When the sun comes up It dries that grain on the window When the sun comes up It dries that grain on the window When the sun comes up It dries that grain on the window What a bad week I had Just laying on the window What a bad week I'm sad Just laying on the window When the sun comes up It dries that grain on the window When the sun comes up It dries that grain on the window When the sun comes up It dries that grain on the window Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh