This is where I Cry
when after many hours of wandering,
the lights of the city begin to fade with the morning dawn,
I remember well the streams of car lights
though never seeing the vacant eyes staring past me,
and now the walk is the same
sidewalk with cracks that remind me of my
childhood I suppose, always memory takes me somewhere
but never completely away from where I am tonight,
same place, again,
just like last night with the occasional bump in the road.
I can feel exhausted with no place to go,
forever an ache of if only perhaps that day back
when I can no longer remember,
but I know it exists,
I know it is there
I realize in just a minute that every notion in my mind,
brings me back to you.
The sad reality is that way down in Hollywood,
they wrote this script I seem to model my life around,
and yet, even in the most idyllic terms,
where the guy does get the girl …
well it all just sort of fades away before I can finish that final scene.