Neon Puddles

Puddles reflect the neon signs Tracing the city's broken lines Collar pulled up against the chill The streets are empty, the night is still Every corner holds a memory Of a life that used to be Rainy streets and a heavy heart Watching the world tear itself apart I’m walking the beat of my own despair Breathing the ghosts in the midnight air A discarded ticket, a broken heel The artifacts of the things we feel I’m looking for clues in the pouring rain To solve the mystery of my own pain Every corner holds a memory Of a life that used to be Rainy streets and a heavy heart Watching the world tear itself apart I’m walking the beat of my own despair Breathing the ghosts in the midnight air Just walking... Walking the beat...