The Children Of The Night - Blues Traveler

We climb slowly out from under the rock we were hiding

To greet the sun as it leaves the sky on the cycle it was riding

And we stand new beneath the blanket of stars

So vast it sways our stance

And swaying we continue to rise until it becomes one outright dance

And the moon keeps watch as the howling

Grows into one single petal from a very different rose

And when we all get lost in the throbbing throng＇s exhaustion

We actually touch those flickering lights and give them something back

We are in fact the children of the night

A spark of smoke in the air commands the revelries as I attend

It says ＂Be not afraid beneath the heavens for the evening is your friend＂

And the moon keeps watch as the howling

Grows into one single petal from a very different rose

And when we all get lost in the throbbing throng＇s exhaustion

We actually touch those flickering lights and give them something back

We are in fact the children of the night