Here Comes the Night

Here Comes the Night Art
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Lyrics

End of a long day Don’t want to talk You can tell I’m hurtin’ by the Way I walk Eyes on the gravel Can’t lift ‘em high It’s not that late but Here comes the night So I Board that train Rumblin’ down them well-worn tracks Towards the pain And there ain’t no coming back And here comes the night Boss said, “Come on in son, You’ve done just fine, But times are tough and you are Below the line” Write down on cardboard My hopeless plight Ain’t gettin’ paid and Here comes the night So I Board that train Rumblin’ down them well-worn tracks Towards the pain And there ain’t no coming back And here comes the night Said she stay ‘til The end of time Her ringless finger tells me She was lyin’ To blind to see all them Warning signs Got no wife and Here comes the night So I Board that train Rumblin’ down them well-worn tracks Towards the pain And there ain’t no coming back And here comes the night

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The Story

A long time ago, when Blockbuster was still a thing, I went to the local strip mall to rent a movie I knew I would watch by myself. The following day, I found out a friend of mine had also been at that mall and had seen me from a distance. She said, "You looked so sad walking along the sidewalk". It was then I knew I wasn't hiding my depression as well as I thought I was.

Through the years I've tinkered with the lyrics to this song trying to capture the feeling of heading towards an unavoidable darkness. There was the time I got "let go" due to downsizing while I had two young children at home. No, I wasn't literally on the corner begging with a cardboard sign, but I was unemployed and searching for answers.

Originally the song had a verse about a girl who happily agreed to go on a date with me but then never showed up. A couple decades later, that verse transitioned into a recollection of my wife of fifteen years taking her ring off and ending our marriage.

Depression has plagued me for most of my adult life. This song is an attempt to capture what it feels like when that terrifying, rumbling darkness comes and carries me away whether I want to go or not.

How do you get out of the depths of despair when blackness buries you in pain?

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