Poetry is not coming to me Nor becoming of me I'm sorry Its just a humdrum life I lead There's always somewhere else I'd rather be
Remembering all that I've lived and breathed The memory comes back to me in a melody
The city's doors are opening Begging for us to begin to step in So come a little bit closer to me Let me see what you see And you'll see what I mean
Jealously holding hands with insecurity We dilute the purity And when it comes to you and me There might be someone else I'd rather be
I’m giving up my right to be free To live vicariously In this fading night's softened reverie I’m giving up my right to be free To live vicariously In this fading revelry