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Music and lyrics
by Mark Geisler © 1987
Thoryan Music
NOTES:
Written March 6, 1987. There
was madness in the air the night I wrote this song.
I was living on Capitol Hill in Seattle, it was a Saturday night,
and it seemed like absolute chaos was being let loose on the streets:
sirens going off, cars screeching by, people yelling and screaming - and
it wasn't even a full moon. I
was thankful to be inside behind locked doors.
In the refrain I am asking "Where is sanity, where is love,
where is peace - and what shall we do without you?".
Certainly all of those elements were missing from this crazy
night.
Home
alone - a Saturday night
Nowhere
to go - no parties tonight
The
telephone rings of radio silence
Hanging
on a wire like me...
Waiting
for a lover to arrive
How
can they when no one even knows I'm alive
To
want a lover in my bed?
But
I don't wanna wind up dead....
REFRAIN:
And
where are you
Now
that your time is through?
And
what shall I do
Without
You?....
Two
a.m. - the quarter moon cries
No
one sleeps - the creatures of the night are alive
Outside
it sounds like a war
Thank
God I'm here behind closed doors
What
can it be that makes a mind blow?
Lunacy?
The moon ain't even anywhere near full
I
think the likelier cause
Is
that we're all a little bit lost....
REFRAIN:
And
where are you
Now
that your time is through?
And
what shall we do
Without
you?....
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