When you turn out the light at night
What do you see? Nothing, Nothing.
But it looks like fright has gathered all around
And it looks like a spook in the closet with a frown
Is lurking and looking at you.
You get up out of bed and you turn on the light
There's nothing. No nothing.
It appears that the fright has vanished with the light
And there's nothing in the closet But the things you've always liked.
Your thought were deceiving what's true.
Your imagination fooled you.
Nothing - Nothing - There was nothing!
Nothing!
(Written (with a melody) for a roadshow in Northbrook)
