Traveling at Night

The sky gets blue on a sunny day, and even I sometimes feel that way. I don’t put my trust in the visible light traveling at night. The thieves and the scoundrels come out of the woods, dodododododo. Just don’t let them guess that you’re good. I’ll take the moon and her reflecting ways over the sun that wrinkles my face. I won’t be slowed down by the speed of light traveling at night. The lunatics and lovers, they act like they should, dodododododo. Oh, if we could be we certainly would. The sky gets blue on a sunny day, and even I sometimes feel that way traveling at night.

(B.I.-vocals, C.P.-drums, T. Ludwig-guitar, J. Boyd-bass)