Here I am, just another lunatic

Ranting and raving into the midnight hour

Spilling forth my fantasies into the darkness

Revealing to the ceiling my deepest desires

And explaining to my pillow all my extravagant plots

To solve all the world's problems

Yet every night the clock ticks down the final hours of the night

Until at last sleep takes me from my madness

And when the morning comes

I find my fantasies are still fantasies

My desires still beyond my grasp

And all my beautiful plots to make the world right

All but erased by sleep and the indifferent night

Until the night returns

And I find myself, once again

Just another lunatic

Ranting and raving into the midnight hour