Under these street lights.
Along the sidewalks.
There was a shadow
Of you.

On the bench where we'd talk
And watch the world pass us by.
Rain, Snow, or blue gray skies we'd stay.
With each other till the sun would rise.

During the nights we'd smile.
The quiet streets open for us to move along.
There wasn't words for the way we'd be.

For you were the beautiful sky and I guess I'm chasing the horizon.
How can I keep these feelings bottled within me?

Tonight I walk to our bench.
The shadow of you is fooling me.
The street lights are fading, and I'm remembering.

That there's no longer a bench,
This is no longer just a street.
It's a graveyard;