Carry me back to bed in the morning

When the sun burns away all the clouds in the sky

And the moon shines bright in the light of day

Now is the time when cons come out to play.

Only pros can pay their way while the rest of us have to wait

In lines which snake through maizes of aisles.

Won't you stay and dance with me a while?

I've found my hands are empty at the moment;

Redacted is the only chip I'm holding.

Depraved from late-night consciousness which flowing

Cannot be disconnected from future knowing.

Surprises can't be fooled alone; it takes two to tango.

It takes three to make a future show worth watching.

Habits turned to vicious cycles forming new rain clouds

While tornado sirens warning of the impending storm forming.