look my friend tonight isn’t for the faint
of heart
can’t you see the traffic lights wearily squinting
through the fog
what shall I say to you now when I just want to
see some beauty
but all around is just the aftereffects
of a wasted life
the alley is open if you want to walk down it
Or not whatever
your call
i would urge you not to look down now though
the river runs red tonight