Nights when you're feeling lost
Oil and water gild the streets you
Reflect the loudest, loudest lights
It's a fear that's advertised
On a neon sign that tries
Days when you're off the path
and swept in piles of pretty trash
Powder mounds in every ounce
The last lights of a fading dew moon
It's that fear materialized
On an all -night sun that dies
Sometimes it's just something
So I wrote down what I saw on the street
As if footsteps or music,
Sometimes a walk's a retreat
Depends on the things your eyes meet
A mom and her son take the bus
It arrives and they don't have enough
If I could take back that wish
The one I threw to the fish
Sometimes it's just something that
Here comes who they all talk about
Fortunes well and water's running out
You're too tired to even ask why
Though your words have escaped
the things your eye s can't forsake
Ain't it strange the ways
Sometimes it's just something
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