Half Past Midnight

I used to wake up when the sun came Through. Now I'm counting hours till the day is through. She moved out when the roses died. Left me with this ache I can't hide. It's half past midnight, and I'm still awake. Pouring out the bourbon for memory's sake. The radio plays our favorite tune. I'm dancing alone beneath the moon. The landlord knocked, said, "Rent's past due." I told him I've been working through. But truth is, I just sit and stare at The spot where she used to fix her hair. It's half past midnight, and I'm on my own, Talking to the dial tone on the phone. The city sleeps, but I'm wide awake, Nursing this professional heartbreak. Hey. Maybe tomorrow, I'll clean this place. Maybe tomorrow, I'll forget her face. Maybe tomorrow, The sun will shine. Maybe tomorrow, She'll still be mine. It's half past midnight. The clock won't stop. I've hit the bottom, can't find the top. The band plays on, though the show is done. I'm the last fool left when everyone's gone. Yeah, half past midnight, And I'm still here waitin'.