At the end of the night someone awaits
His fears lie in wait for him
Since the Fates have spun the eternity.
Its empty home in the city of darkness
Filled is with dead hopes, sorrow and time,
Yellow slips of paper, ashes and Schubert.
There is no God; there is no God
And he was waiting all this time
And his tears will flood the world
And his grief will break the moon
And his eternity will smash the Earth.
Aching his soul knocks at the gates
There is no one to hear.
Chiron grew deaf in his own dotage.
And the darkest side of me is busy
converting Young souls.
And he had to go back
At the end of the night, in his dusty place
Where there was no one waiting,
Where there was no one dreaming,
Where there was no one living.
Cleveland, December 25, 1998