In the Middle of the Night

In the middle of the night
I go walking the corridor
From the photocopy room
Until my office door
I must be looking for something
Some file that I lost
But our firm's floor is wide
And it's too hard to cross

And even though I know the floor is wide
I walk down every evening and stand on the floor
I try to cross to the opposite side
So I can finally find what Ive been looking for

In the middle of the night
I go drafting in my sleep
Through a mountain of paper
To a destruction bin so deep
I'm a searcher for something
Taken out of the Corps Acts
Something I'd never lose
Something somebody transacts

I don't know why I go walking at night
But now I'm tired and I don't wanna walk anymore
Hope it doesn't take the rest of my life
Until I find what it is I've been looking for

In the middle of the night
I was billing in my sleep
Through stacks of timesheets
From the end of last week
I know I'm searching for something
Something so undefined
That it can only be seen
By the eyes of the (Law Society auditors, hahaha)
In the middle of the night