graveyard_shift the awful truth punching out at six AM there is a feeling in the streets the cars begin to cruise again while still the city sleeps in my car i'm driving with the Massive Attack i know i'm going home but i can't seem to find my way back. and all night I've been sitting on the empty deck watching streetlights and all night I've been smoking my cigarettes and pot to keep from sleeping and now here i am, alone at last, solitude is mine and all i want to do is go to bed until about nine PM when i return for another wasted night inside that fucking diner with drunken assholes, barely, if at all. its the middle of the night, at work, that really makes you really feel really really really really small. 060708 what's it to you? who go blather from