Night Walk Home

All these nights go passing by
Like dreams I never thought were true
I walk a block to my favorite neon sign
Im there at last call every night at two

Stand alone empty beer in empty hand
I look down at these old dirty shoes
That fit these streets like gloves on dirty hands
And I can’t far walk without these blues

I breathe in slow the stagnant air of smoky bars
The bitter taste of twenty-eight years of failure
I breathe out smoke passing over a black lung scars
My heart pumps byproducts of bitter brown liquor

Now I stumble over the simplest of words
Self loathing speeches made to a bathroom mirror
I force myself to listen knowing nothings heard
I mumble and slur never saying a word thats clear

I walk and drink in the quiet of cracked concrete
Avoiding the street lamps light
A ghost in the darkness of these streets
Head held low Im a passing thought at night

Neon signs dim as the all bars close
I stop and for a moment my eyes grow bright
When your silhouette dances in a dirty window
I'll keep on walking I know tonight is not the night