as i squint down under the streetlight's glare
and i scuff the gravel under my feet

i think to myself
and i think to myself
i've got to get away from this place

i traipse in the shadows
but it's empty distance
with lonely buildings, with lonely people

and the night-bug dances
to a soundless rythm
my cupped hands held close to my face

a siren wails in a far-off somewhere
it breaks the silence that my hoarse voice won't

and i whisper sweet secrets
to the nothing that listens

i need to get out of this place