What goes on at 3:22
That I should be concerned
Does a shelf fall down – or someone die
It there something I should learn?

No planes are flying way too low
And I can’t hear the train
It’s plaintive whistle in the night
Calling out my name

What goes on at 3:22
That wakes me every time
Phone is quiet, cats are asleep
Can find no reason nor rhyme

No cars are passing in the street
In fact, it’s very still
Maybe I’m in twilight zone
And nothing true is real

What goes on at 3:22
The numbers mean nothing to me
Tho, it would be a wonderful song
If the clock said ‘a quarter to three’

I let you go so long ago
I wouldn’t wake from pain
Or, does it stay forever
Memories, without a refrain

What time is it on the face of the clock?
I’ll look, but have no doubt
What ever it is – what ever it means
One night, will work itself out.