In the street the day dims

And I feel like my soul is going with it

Like the flickering of a matchstick flame

Blue and blue and the red

And nothing is the same when

Nothing remains

In cars and bars and grocery stores

Less is more and alone is always

Where I am, when I'm there

And is the quiet whistle

Of my place in soace

I can’t explain the black

Rain that found me

But hope springs eternal

And I yearn for something whose

Name I barely know