Coming out of the streetlight

Stepping in to the of dead night

And your beautiful eyes

Screaming from the seventh story

Headed in on the downtown line

To where we meet at a quarter to nine

Out to where we grow

And enter the soft tomorrow

Casting shadows across the street

Stretching out hands to meet

Until you let me go

And return to the same old city

It’s dull and dark and it’s cold

Still running the same old mold

You broke when you spoke

Irony to all your lost hopes

You’ve still got your bright past

And I’ve got nothing that will ever last