Oh I am a creature of night, I'm at home in the dark
And you surely dont want to meet me all alone in the park
You don't want to see me on weekends, or even week nights, oh-no now
Cause meeting me is an experience, baby, that bites
And I can't stand the sunshine, no-oh
I cant stand the sunshine, no-whoah
I cant stand the sunshine, no no no
I crumble to dust, yeah
This is a most lovely party, I wish I could stay
But I really have to get home before the break of day
Please put away all of your mirrors, they just bring me down
But if you leave your window open maybe I'll come back around
And I can't stand the sunshine, no-oh
I cant stand the sunshine, no-whoah
I cant stand the sunshine, no no no
I crumble to dust, yeah
I'm not alive, I am undead, I'm just ahead of mornings light
I will survivie if I can make it to my casket, it's alright
Can't stand sunshine, baby, NO! it burns!
Can't stand the sunshine, baby, so
I turn away from the sunshine, whoa-oh
I cant stand the sunshine, no-whoah
I cant stand the sunshine, no no no
I crumble to dust, yeah
While herding a sturdy diesel across the highways of life Jeff Williams dreame
d
of becoming a writer. In between haunting railroad yards he scribbles
cryptic notes on slightly-used paper napkins and posts them off to his
colaborator, Rob Wynne. They brainstorm these abstruse anagrams into the
tales that you've just been reading.
And people say the youth of America have no goals in life.
You can reach Jeff at jtwrccc@aol.com
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