I think of the streets
In the witching hour
Full of straggly figures
Silent and fearful
In the darkness of the furtive
Despair of my heart
Mingling through the land of doze
Moving unhindered
Along the realm of ghosts
And creatures of the night
As the lights of a car
Illuminate my inner land
In a world of distrust
You and I cower
Beneath the shadows
Of our midnight hour
