It's a quarter past 12A.M.
It was times like this,
You'll come in seeing me still awake.
I'll hear you asking me to go to bed.
& If I were out,
nothing's gonna change except that
you'll add on with something special,
saying it's late and come home soon.
Every night almost without fail,
we'll be bidding good nights,
be it one's sleepy and one's awake.
After that last goodbye,
I'm starting to miss our usual good nights.
I wonder if we still share the same time zone or
are our timings' too far apart?
They say one sided is incomplete but
we can't deny that one side still exists.
Perhaps I'll never hear it again from you,
but I'm still able to say it.
So here's to you, my old man,
Good night and I hope you'll sleep tight.