I used to often explore the streets at night,
playing on the painted lines that tells the drivers, everything from wrong to right.  
Always wondering….
Always questioning,
'Why not a soul in sight?'  
Each evening is beautiful …
and each evening is quite nice.
The evening, even stays quiet til' about quarter of five.

Which is just enough time to explore your mind.
To get lost in your thoughts,
and lose any sense of time.

Questioning every ounce of the world,
on every drop of a dime.
I held away my questions,
until I came to the lines.
And then,
I would explore every possibility inside my mind.

I spent enough time playing on those lines to lose my mind…
and all sense of time…

Usually, after about five o'l five,
I'd see the glimpse of a light,
from a car go rushing by,
and I would know it was time to say goodbye,
to myself playing on those lines.

But, the last time I recall,
playing on those lines...
It was quarter until nine,
and I was still in the middle of the street,
dancing on the lines.

When one morning,
a car did not notice me,
and that was the last time I messed around on those lines.

You know…
deep down in my head,
I've known for quite sometime..
that I should not gambol my life on those lines..
But, I was lost,
and I kept going…
and I kept…
I losing my mind.

It only takes one thought to drown, and to lose all sense of your time.