Some Nights Are Long - Holly Throsby

Look for a sign in a window

An ad in the paper, a job waiting tables

Tie on an apron for change in my pocket

Spend at the shops and study the docket

I can be honest, I can respond

Hold my own and take on what comes

Save it for later, be restrained

Make up my mind and then want to change it

Nights are long

They creep up upon us

Like a storm when nothing’s in order

These little thoughts they buzz like a train

Find my page and turn them again and again

I guess I got lost, I must’ve forgot it, it’s just been so hot

I make all my choices on coins I can toss

On coins for the washing, to slide in the slots

I can be honest, I can be strong

And wait for all those letters to come

Peel off the labels, check the dates

Order my days and then rearrange them

Nights are long

They creep up upon us

Like a storm when nothing’s in order

These little thoughts they buzz like a train

Lock the doors and wait for the sun to come up again