Two Cat Folk: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)
• MP3 short clip, lo-fi play (modem)

© 2006 J Ferullo


Driving home, Late at night
Through little New England towns
Everyone’s lights out
They’re fast asleep
The town’s settled down

I shift to third gear, I’m slowing down
Though there is no one on the street
The sign says “30”
There’s no cops around
This isn’t tonight’s beat

I love, the air late at night
The sound of quiet. The world seems alright

An old house, one light on
Someone peering through a door
stands to watch me
driving by
shuts the light and closes the door

I wonder what this person does
How he spends his days
Where he works,
who he loves
does he ever pass my way

I love, the air late at night
The sound of quiet. The world seems alright

the stars pass overhead
the moon sits on a hill
I pass people
I don’t know
And I’m sure I never will

It’s quiet here, late at night
Not like in the day
There’s time to think
Time to breath
Quiet time to pray

I love, the air late at night
The sound of quiet. The world seems alright