Cicadas

It's three in the morning and I haven't slept a wink

I can't turn off my brain, yeah, all it wants to do is think

Think about all my problems and regrets that I've made

All the people that I miss, and the debts to be paid

And I toss and turn and pray

That these thoughts would go away

And I'd know what it's like to sleep

To have the feeling of still

To have the quiet ability

To drift off away to the deep

To know the feeling of flight in the night as the light