I'm swayin' back and forth, got my hands on my face
The day just knocked me up to send me down
But my feet will take the blow, they never seem to know
How to let my tired old body hit the ground
And it's the middle of the night
And it's come time to ask myself
Are you hungry? Are you bored?
Can the swayin' be ignored?
It's so early yet you're wide awake
There's a beauty in staying up late
I'm still swayin' all the light hurts my head
Determined to evade my bed
Does no good to act this way, still I'm at it everyday
It's a habbit that someday I'll have to shed
And it's the middle of the night
How's it still time to ask myself
There's a beauty in staying up late