As I wait for the Deuce on Decatur
As the midnight hour grows later,
A young man walks on by
Says hi and not goodbye,

I recognize that look
He must be new to the Losing game
Like he’s been up wide awake
For a few nights, couple of days

Now roaming the city
Like a coyote in the dark
I’m familiar with that look
There must be sorrow in his heart

Though he had feigned a smile
His face seemed drained
His thoughts miles away
Coming down from being high?

I know what it took, that look
I recognize the hopelessness
Now wandering the darknesses
The shame of being forsook

I wonder what wrongs he’s made
When his spirit took a turn
With so many streets to learn their names
How that loss of will must burn

A passerby perhaps a runaway
It seems he's running from only himself
A young coyote wide awake
A ghost in a shell of his own hell.

A soul whose low or lost will roam
In search of light and warmth of home
Go heal your heart, or find your door,
I recognize that look, I know,
Been there before…

A passerby walking by.