Night People

They come alive when the sun goes down, The night people of the town; Moving through the shadows and the light, The night people own the night. From the bars and from the clubs, And the late-night coffee shops; They drift like ghosts through city streets, And never seem to stop. And who are all these night people? With their secrets and their dreams; Living lives in the darkness, Nothing's quite the way it seems. They come alive when the sun goes down, The night people of the town; When the morning comes they disappear, The night people were never here.