Nights

tenderly drift

losing my grip

losing the 5th or the 6th or the 7th thing on my mind


days spiraling past

trapped in the glass

but in the snapshot I don't feel enchanted

or alive


everybody's smiling I can see my face inside the summer crowd

the apparition of these faces brings you in and gently puts you down


softly on the 153 with sunlight in my eyes

dawn comes so uneasily they never shut the lights

and I'm going nowhere tonight


maybe there's a reason for the people and the times

softly on the 153 with sunlight in my eyes

but I'm going nowhere tonight


everybody's smiling I can see my face inside the summer crowd

the apparition of these faces brings you in and gently puts you down