Clinton Collins & The Creekboys: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)

I have trouble sleeping at times. After one of those nights, I woke up between 4 & 5 am and decided to write something about it. The older I get, the less sleep I seem to get also.

I was twisting and turning like a screw through a thread
Still small voice somewhere in my hollow head
Called my name like an old familiar friend
Could be the howling wind

Woke me up in the middle of the night
Shook my baby said something ain't right
Lay down honey you're to uptight
It's just the howling wind

Cold winter rain has turned to snow outside
Sleep has targeted these bloodshot eyes
Sounds like someone knocking wanting inside
Could be the howling wind

Woke me up in the middle of the night
Shook my baby said something ain't right
Lay down honey you're to uptight
It's just the howling wind

Could be an angel just beyond my door
The devil came back to settle a score
Could be the master's voice I hear once more
Could be the howling wind

Woke me up in the middle of the night
Shook my baby said something ain't right
Lay down honey you're to uptight
It's just the howling wind