You gave it all, now you got nothing but a bad taste in your mouth that wonʼt get out. You gave it all now you feel like running; but once youʼre out that door, the kids want so much more. Oh, the night is almost over. The cityʼs got all kinds of preachers who say theyʼll take your sin but it donʼt work. Their revivals raise your spirits but then you wake up in the afternoon and donʼt that darkness come so soon? If you think hard you still remember the way the light would dance across your hand.