Patterns slide across my bare walls, Their shapes manipulated by the angles of my room A distorted message by the passing of a car Another stranger on their way as I lay here in the dark Voices in the distance remind me I'm not alone, In my corner of a city that I can't call a home This sight is so familiar to me now, Time seeps away as my minutes count to hours
A strained thought dances across my eyelid That my ship may never sail, that I was doomed from the start This pattern repeats, like a fractal taking shape My days escape unnoticed, my nights are all the same I lie here motionless till my restlessness takes hold, I reach for my old coat, for another night into the cold
The same narrow street lies waiting just the same As I had left it just the night before The same empty houses, lined with trees As indications of the stars peer from distances in-between This road is a vein winding seamlessly, In the endless sprawl that surrounds me It's here where I surrender my doubts I'm trying to go home, just tell me how