THE LOGGING ON
(Insomniopsis)
(To the tune of "The Coming Dawn," from the Kansas album Somewhere to Elsewhere)
 

As the night turns into dawn,
I suspect that I've been sitting here too long
The coffee brews; it starts to steam
And I wonder if this job is a bad dream

When my link starts to fade
I can only hope the changes that I made
Will be sure and carry on
Into the logging on

The browser starts, icons stand by
Like some poorly rendered "art" before my eyes
I am sure the line is good
Still there's nothing in my Network Neighborhood

But when my line starts to dial
I still hope reinstallation of my files
Is the cure to carry on
Into the logging on

I'm so close, but can't connect
Can it be the modem suffers a defect?
I can't hear -- ears open wide --
The distinctive sound of dialing from inside

When my link starts to fail
I can only hope my changes will prevail
And be sure to carry on
Into the logging on

To the logging on...