Night owl hooting in the eves
Stomp, stomp, stomp of the night creature
whoever he is at this time of night
traipsing along the pavement alone
Looking for what?
Or what's looking for him?
Up and down the streets of gin
Clear night calling, refreshing in its quietude
It's a night owl avenue
Hear them calling
what do they want?
Wise creatures asleep during the heat of the day
Away from crazy man and madness
All the sadness gone away
Some other night owl
They will find us
Surely walking keeps at bay
This feeling of ever saddening
Hunger for love or cheer or pay
Night walker, stalker, dark talker pray
What have you come to say?
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