The Other Side Of Midnight

The Other Side of Midnight

While some slumber on the other side of midnight,
There is another whole world of those who work till light.
There are all kinds of shifts and different kinds of work -
The hospital emergency care, or watchmen, or police who watch for careless jerks.

The vigil by a doubtful bedside, a wife waiting for a drunken mate -
Who may make it home and he may not - but one thing's sure - he'll be late -
Really late, far on the other side of midnight - while she worries and can't sleep.
And all she can do is pray and hope and silently shed her tears and weep.

There is a teenage member who may not ever make it home -
There's concern and worry and constant prayer as you wait and watch, alone.
You're feeling so alone and it seems you are the only earthly one
Who is sleepless yet, while you wait and pray that God's will be done.

There is enormous air traffic across our midnight skies -
Flying over what looks like a sleeping world. What tears swell in their eyes?
It's a busy, busy world and there is a whole large segment
Who watch the clock - maybe a "mother-to-be", who is so pregnant!

It's almost like another whole day has squeezed in there - time never stands still -
And when you are lucky enough to wake to our sun coming over the hill,
You seldom ever realize, unless you are one of the ones who
Never slept on the other side of midnight, and you seldom ever have a clue.

It's like parallel worlds passing each other somewhere in the night.
It even feels like life's realities are realized in a slanted light.
Unless you've lived in either world at some point in this time zone,
The "after midnight" feels like a phantom world, that's lived apart and unknown.