Certainty

Stepping through drying concrete I didn't see Kick my boots off against the curb half-heartedly I know this is sticking to me The corner where my street meets the main road At night it's too dark to see my hand in front of my face I watch the cars drive by As loud and bright as shooting stars There's comfort in seeing something from a distance off And knowing at least one wish could come true The one that conflicts with the one of me being with you Step into the street When you find certainty, cling to it There's no stone so dense it won't shift some when the water begins to flow If I saw that concrete I could have pressed my handprints in There's comfort, though, in leaving nothing behind When I get home, I am telling you everything