#edge light

fluffy grass lighting study

When I first saw Monica

She was standing on the corner of Reed and Thatch

Waiting for a ride she'd never catch.

She gave me one of those looks that they do

When I last saw her, her face was dressed in blue.

As I flew from that window singing sweet Mary's,

Monica was screaming “Who was Cherry?”

And I knew I was back on those streets again.

Where the boys and girls vie for the others sinful attentions

I walk down these hallowed halls

Down the backways and the freeways I call church

Searching for some kind of paradise.

In the old corner stores those old bores tell their rhymes and riddles

As the boys speak like the sisters three

Giving me their backwards predictions with their odd dictions.

They always seem know why I'm on these streets again.

The fiery one's name was Jessica

I met her at this old dump branded the Hare

And in those back rooms she said she'd lay it all bare.

Said that our souls would always be one.

Yeah, she told me she was done.

Promised she had quit that whole scene.

Least 'till I found her with some guy named Dean.

And I knew I was on these streets again.

Clinging for dear life to the back of a raft

As the flood of responsibility drowns my fellow rats

I let that wayward stream drag me wherever it please

As I struggle to stay above thrashing waves.

In the grime filled Five and Dines those on their ways meet up with us wanderers.

As the boys sling their prophecies

Like it's a job they enjoy

They always know why I'm on these streets again.

At some concert I met Daria

We danced like hell

'Till that old moon fell.

Always knew what was on my mind

Yeah she had me in a real bind.

When I had to go I told her Springsteen was my main gun

And baby I couldn't be held, I was born to run.

And she knew I was on those streets again.

The shadows here can swallow you

Easy to get lost in these dim lights

Sometimes feels like the shining peoples the only things keeping it at bay.

Just be careful not to trip and fall into the ever growing shade.

I wonder if back home they're still searching for me

Wonder if they still got boys of their own.

That always seems to know so much yet so little

Do the ones back home know why I'm on these streets again?

And here I go one more time

But this ones for real I swear

She always seems to read my mind

And our hearts 'll always be one

I knew it after she gave me one of those looks.

She knows what it's like she does

To be lost wandering on these streets

Looking for some sort of paradise

Trying so so hard not to get lost in the flood

As the darkness grows viciously around you.

And I never even got her name.

But those boys they know it well,