in the midnight hour´s

how did it happon again 

you tell me you are working late

i was hopeing you would be home early 

little tomy is waiting at the front gate ,

hours have past i begin to worry 

whear could he be ,

it´s  nearly midnight 

if he looked at his watch he would see ,

i ring his phone but his voice mail is on 

and i start to  get worried 

is he with someone else 

or has he stoped for chips and curry,

looking out my bedroom window 

the rain is pouring down 

is he with another women 

and gone into town 

later on that night as i was fast asleep 

the lights of a car lights up my room

o at last he is home 

and not a minute to soon 

but as i opened the front door 

two police men are standing there 

for a seccond there wasent a word 

just a  lonely lost stair,

this morning i said goodbye to my john 

that was the last time i saw him alive

the police men told me he had died

he hit a lorry on the m 55.

worried all this time he was some where else

as i look across the room at our christmes tree

but he was comeing home to tomý

and comeing home to me  

so when you are in love 

and lost in a loveing trance 

tell him or her you love them every day 

for you may never get another chance 

writen by 

paul o carroll