A lonely foggy place A small deserted space Abandoned barren lost in slum A close full of dump
A faint shine of stars A wail of police cars Graffiti walls and wire-nettings Round a glowing lamp
From dusk till early dawn The lamp-post stays alone A sole passer goes past Dissolving in the night
The tramps in dirty suits The gangs of reckless yoots Some strangers step into And out of the light
DAY IS OVER, SUN IS DOWN EMPTY STREETS OF SLEEPING TOWN LATEST HOPE IS GOING TO EXPIRE ROAD IS GONE AND TIME IS OUT TIRED MIND IS FULL OF DOUBT BUT SOMEBODY ALWAYS STARTS A FIRE
By nights some barren sprite Turns on the lamp-post bright The gutter kids espied his work But no one saw his face
A gleaming yellow eye When fear is drawing nigh A small lighthouse in urban maze Can help to find the trace