on my way again, to a part downtown

where i never really felt at home

strangers walking up streets alone

guess who’s coming now?

and people live in fogged-up glass houses

with their cold backs on warm benches

i can never really tell is the sun up?

i just had about enough…

i’m trying to make this work

i’ve been alive in this concrete world

for far too long, it seems strange

how i never ever change…

the miraculous, the incredible i long to see

is it true? is it living within me?

i feel my lungs burst forth with air

i reach out, my hand’s not even there