there's terrible things

there's terrible things
that we think about
they come out at night
when there's no light about
they keep us up at night
and make us worry
the things that make us creep
the bed bugs are calling
the night comes
swiftly every time
the sun sets
along the horizon line
trees balk in wind blown breeze
leaves roll about the ground
squirrels dash looking for something to eat
checking around looking for food to be found
days come and go with endless cycle
the way we rumble through our tumbles
the laundry stuck in spin cycle
as we find ourself going through daily grumbles
the stage is a place we close ourself
at least when we're not feeling it
she's pointed it out
and wants me in the thick of it
i think i agree
the excitement builds
we've got a show
are you ready for the thrills
we've got a small crowd gathering
the people are beginning to talk
but nows not the time to let up
just keep doin what we do walk the walk
the kid from the bar disappeared
but some of his people stay
she said she liked you
and took pictures for a day
days pass in this glass box
shadow branches dance on yellow light
keeping ourselves from the modern day pox
of getting into the music fight
we do things our way
at our own pace
putting together parts
these people've never seen