The midnight drunks go walking Happy, looking sad, and talking destiny This is what the city pays for, I can see The neon lights resist the fight against separation anxiety This is what the city pays for, I can see The dream they sell I’m hooked; I’m overwhelmed again And I wish that I could say the days alleviate This artificial pain I never thought that I’d be feeling at this age But the drunks don’t go to sleep They linger just like you and me This is what the city pays for; what I need What’s happened to me? And then I have those dreams, too The ones where I’m running around like a fool To make things better for you Like the good storyteller You once knew me as Try to hold it in my head That no time has passed Since I stood in circles with automatic friends Not worried that the means justified the end ‘Cause life without love Keeps my eyes wide And my house stays clean When I don’t let people inside