When the night opens its arms to receive
A wanderer otherwise deeply lost
Something within him begins to believe
That it was worth it whatever it cost
That whoever he is will be all right
Being embraced in the arms of the night
A good night's journey and a good day's rest
Although he is not going anywhere
The wanderer looks to the flaming west
At dusk and then the burning east at dawn
But he has already been here been there
And more than anything likes to be gone
Just to look up into the sky and stare
To the night's dark heart where the bright stars shine
And see he has been granted his request
"What lies in-between dusk and dawn is mine"
You never know when you get home until
The scattered things gather and then you feel
The rightness of it and he always will
Find home in the dark which the stars reveal
He prefers midnight to the dusk and dawn
And more than anything likes to be gone