You had a lot of bad things happen all at the wrong timenYou don't recall feeling quite this bad oh in your whole lifenEvery night you fall asleep to the light of the televisionnnand now you don't wanna say itnyou think you can make it alonennYou can call on the stroke of midnightnI'll be standing bynAfter all my good nightsnYou can hold on and sit tightnIf everybody needs a call at midnightnnIt's like a lot of your day is spent trying to be patientnSpending your time drawing chalk outlines of yourself on the pavementnWhen the bed hits your head you still feel genericnnand now you don't wanna say itnyou think you can make it alonennYou can call on the stroke of midnightnI'll be standing bynAfter all my good nightsnYou can hold on and sit tightnIf everybody needs a call at midnightnnnand now you don't wanna say itnNo you don't wanna say itnNo you don't wanna say itnyou think you can make it alonenBut you really need to pick up the phone nownnnYou can call on the stroke of midnightnI'll be standing bynAfter all my good nightsnYou can hold on and sit tightnIf everybody needs a call at midnight