There are no stars in this town, light pollution drowns them out.
 You have to go out to the country, but that can get so lonely.
 So I usually stay inside with closed blinds and dim the lights.
 Read some Bukowski or Hemingway,
 or stare the ceiling and just drift away.
 Are you afraid of the dark? Because I am.
 Are you afraid to die? Alone, yes.