When the Freaks Come Out

and my mother said
the freaks come out at night
oh, the freaks come out at night

so I ventured into the dark
where the neon lights make it not so
for I had always found myself out of place

in the hole in the wall places
that didn’t exist in the sun
I discovered those people who were truly alive

they danced and they sang and they laughed and they cried
times ten times twenty times twelve
each emotion affecting its vessel so hugely
yet meshing into the enormous wall of rare feeling, of pure living

and I found myself envious
and I found myself joining
adding myself to the creature that held us tight together

then the warm light begn to creep over us
the music quieted, the heartbeat of the beast slowing
leaving everyone to pause, dazed to find themselves alone in their skins

time to go, time to go, time to go
the silent signal called, traveling on the remains of our connection
I felt it but to comprehend the shattering of the magic was beyond me

where do they go, why do they go
I said aloud and when someone answered I was surprised
because no one did before

don’t you know he said
don’t you know the freaks come out in the day
yes, the freaks come out in the day