It's late in the night i hear the crickets chirping to the sound of their own little songs, in the open field with a bunch of chirping crickets is where my heart belongs. It's their noise that fills my head and takes my attention from whats around me to listen, they'll always be free to roam about the world never fearing the confinements of prison. I wonder if they hear our songs filling their ears as well for we much have our own special racket.