Along the streets of the city
I pass the open windows and see the yellow lights
Blazing in the cream rooms.
I can smell dinners cooking,
I see the children running to the front doors of home
after playing, the afternoon sun lighting their games,
but now the long shadows of the buildings create pools of darkness.
I hear music playing as I pass, someone speaking Russian,
A young couple fighting, their shouts rattling and short,
I hear two people making love, somewhere upstairs.
These are the sounds of the city.
Nothing is happening that will make the news,
But these are the things that keep the city rolling.
Roll on great city,
With the dreams of teenagers in their rooms, eyes of their idols on the walls.
The cars are parked
Pray in your Church
Hold your eyes to heaven
And remember your room as a teenager
Where you had dreams
And you played in the street until the sun fell behind the walls.
What happened to the time? It went by like the evening train.
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