Night Time

Think I’ll sit out in the backyard
Watch the bats go flying around
I hope they eat all the mosquitoes
In this whole town
Because I’m getting eaten alive
That stuff from the corner store didn’t work
But the wine just goes down easy
And temporarily replaces the hurt
It’s night time on the East side
And I’m staring into darkened woods
And I’m hoping I hear rustling leaves
Or breaking sticks under the hooves
Oh, but the deer just aren’t running tonight
And if living was so damn easy
You’d get to Heaven doing half the work
But it’s a daunting thing, to thee I sing
You can’t get lower than when you’re in the dirt
So don’t worry where I’m going
I’ve got the moon to guide me sure
It turns the leaves shades of black and grey
Like a scene from To Kill A Mockingbird