It's quarter to three And I just can't sleep I roll from my bed to my knees Wander outside It's negative five I fumble around for my keys And drive up my quiet winter street Streetlights shiver and glow And huddle in threes from the cold As I drive if truth be told I'd rather be a streetlight than end up alone Streetlights shiver and glow And huddle in threes from the cold As I drive if truth be told I'd rather be a streetlight than end up alone My thoughts interrupted by the phone It's you on the line in a tired voice calling me home You're calling me home (end)