Could there be more heav’nly sounds
More clear-cut answer to prayer
As these wondrous crickets’ songs
Bless the lonely air

Tear-stained girl, lovesick boy
“Keep the hope,” ’tis said
This night, they’ll keep you company
Their concert voids the dread


No almanac, none oracle
Nor history’s siren scream
But distraction, escapism
Forecasts the darkest dream

The future finds us lonely, friend
Though close is what we want
While we commune with empty eyes
As solitary haunts