It's raining
On the cold Portland streets
People walk by
And he's standing there
Red hat, black sweatshirt
Smoking a cigarette
He takes one, last, drag...
Before halting a city cab
And asking it to wait while he finishes
He does. The man climbs inside
And I watch as the cab pulls away...
Three more roll down the street
And yet I remain...

A little girl walks by
Clutching her fathers hand
She points at a store,
Lit up by twinkling lights and
Tugs on his sleeve
I can see the fire in her eyes
They both go in
And yet I remain...

He smiles as he sees a bar
Staring longingly and contimplaing
Wether he should or shouldn't
Drink away his sorrows
He disappears into the bar..
As fast as he appeared
And yet I remain...

Waiting for something to happen
Is worse then being alone
Because being alone comes with the wait
But I still wait here
For minutes, hours, days
Waiting.
And yet I remain...