Halfway through the night

Sung to the tune of Kermit the Frog's "Halfway up the stairs"

Halfway through the night is the chair where I sit
There really isn't any chair quite like it.
It sags in the middle
and it rocks at the top
But here is the chair where I always flop

Halfway through the night isn't dusk and isn't dawn.
It isn't in the afternoon or anywhere near morn
Sometimes when rocking here
Odd thoughts go through my head.
Perhaps I'm not here after all and I'm still in my bed.

S.J.