The traveler is restless Tonight. The torch he carries Burns with blue flame. It is his night, he Thinks.
The lightning flashes all Around, missing him By just inches. He's been struck before, It dare not strike Him again.
He tilts his face towards The sky, smiles, And then wipes away the First rain drop that Falls onto his cheek.
No, no doom to speak of Tonight.. The red night envelopes Him as if kissing him Good-night.