In the night. We're all looking for a guiding light. We're all seeking something more than right. It must be there. . Every day. We're all trying to find a better way.
I can feel in the evening air. All the words I want to say. But I can tell as you turn to leave. That they wouldn't make you stay. . Overhead the lights come on.
When I woke up I could see the daylight had already passed me. It was such a fight to fade away asleep. It's a fugue. Come on. Found to chase down the dawn.