Street lights, pavement and the air is so cold
I stand in grass staring up
My childhood park, how I've gotten so old
I think I'm just down on my luck

The night comes much quicker these days
And so do these fleeting thoughts
Wool gloves and my eyes are glazed
It's always a shot in the dark

The liquor, the drugs, all my fantasies
Well, even they aren't enough anymore
And though I've never been much for reality
I find my dreams have become such a bore

What will find you on such a night
And whisk you away in a flicker
Is it God, is you, is it she, is it I?
Whoever it is must be quicker.