I walk through the night time
searching for the right rhyme
Try to find a clear sight line
So that maybe I might find
Something more then quite fine
something which will fit and sit sublime

I've heard some call this a grind
I prefer to call it escaping my mind
We've all got worries to leave behind
This lifes blurry, so I try to find
some meaning as I walk through
empty back streets, neighbourhood new
missing company, there is so few
people that you stick to like glue
This Lifes cold, or so I've been told
But i've been sold by these the old
and not so bold streets that unfold
into solid gold that you behold
late at night as you walk past grass
growing in empty lots, long gone fast gas
derelict relics, someones past trash
that under the moon shines and blast class
cause everything seems better
when you look under the leather
callused hands scarred by the weather
lifes hard but it'll come together

Street lamps, and stop lights
the streets are damp late at night
its not quite rain, but not quite fog
but the quiet drains the pain right off

I relax when on late walks
but I am missing our long gone talks
so as I'm wandering these streets
where there isn't anyone for me to meet
my feet lead me along paths
That... to speak truth I long pass
the parks, and streets that belong past
where together time went past
Lost in my thoughts I miss the turns
lost in back lots my compass churns
but it is a spot to perhaps at last learn
to blot and bury concerns in an urn
So I think back on us
with a little bit of hope
Cause we were bone and dust
But evenings thrown us a rope
cause the nights for us to make mistakes
to alight precarious and trip into lakes
fight fears daring us and climb a cliff face
For we are what we want to make
I may only see some friends
when the twilight evening makes amends
See these streets glistening will bend
old wounds, till they can heal and mend

Street lamps, and stop lights
the streets are damp late at night
its not quite rain, not quite fog
but the quiet drains the pain right off

I navigate through back lanes
This Late night world black an strange
no light Nothing looks quite the same
Street lamps flicker like a flame
As the rain comes down around
I can feel the sounds that hound pound
but run aground then drown
leaving my mind unbound
As the water drifts and sways
I could have sworn I lost my way
But I think I was just delayed
By the thoughts that betrayed me
Memories are just shadows
that our mind sets aglow
doncha know, so lets go
breath in slow as grass grows
The sodium-vapor lamps
mix into the tapered damp
leaving an impression like a stamp
that we will always have a camp
so ignore them creeping cold toes
life hits you, give it back give it blows
take wisdom from streets, trees and crows
live here today not tomorrow

Street lamps, and stop lights
the streets are damp late at night
its not quite rain, but not quite fog
but the quiet drains the pain right off
Born to the day belong to the night
Born into may but belong to falls flight