We know the feeling, the sun falls and a murk grows
An uncomfortable tightness of clothes, and a sweat
The look on the face of any you see, serious, worried
It isn't due to anything real, nothing anyone knows
Shadows are fed by dark, in a loss of light, they live
They stretch with darkness, smothering the light
But in a small town, a place no one wants to be
The energy of nervous fear will create scenarios
Nerves allow thoughts of fear to rule over reason
Without reason we fear attack, betrayal, treason
The noise of feet walking faster and yet faster
Heart races, the feet cannot move fast enough
And you hear a voice, it is rough, sounds like
An older man, wracked with pain, in strife
You never turn to see who it is, being safe
It was the janitor, just closing the building
Who was asking you an important question
Sir or Ma'am are you aware the direction
The place you are going is now closed?
But to know you would have to stop
And you couldn't hear him
Then he'll call the cops
You'll be panicked
and foolishly run
