39 Months

It's already dark at five o'clock Windy and icy so early in the season The cold comes up from the asphalt through my soles And my neck is stiff from the cold I carry home an empty soul There's a beat in my limbs that keeps my feet in motion And I always pause under the heater of a store for fifty counts before continuing home The city is a lonely place with wall to wall people You can walk for miles without saying hello You can go for days without having a conversation On a sunny day Blue skies shine down between the tall buildings And if you're lucky you'll see a bird soar with motionless wings For a moment the city's not closing in And you walk a little taller But there's no horizon