Footsteps along my ceiling,
Cracking open the door at four,
Raindrops knock at the window,
A strange mellow feeling washing over me, you, us.

Follow the set of footprints,
Through the salmon corridors,
I hope they won't end at the ledge,
Seek out their destination for me, you, us.

Carrying on despite the calm,
Call me now before I leave,
Slip on a coat and see me,
I can visualize the footprints for me, you, us.

Through the streets now,
Lights fading colors in my eyes,
Cobble streets keep me on my feet,
Can you give directions to me, you, us.

Destination becomes thoughtless.
Sit down in the street and stare,
Raindrops pattering at my feet,
Begging me to keep on going for me, you, us.

I'm sorry, stranger, I don't love you.
I'm sorry, little grass blade, I don't need you.
I'm sorry, street light, stay a little longer.
For me, you, and us.