Sitting alone with the paper in my hand
Wipe my eyes
Clear my head
Sip of coffee
Something you said
I’m coming home on the 6:15
Your dangerouse they say
Sitting there dreaming
Lean into the wind
What a story those eyes do tell
Cradle me until tomorrow
The lights may seem brighter
On the other side of the city
1.8 Million people
And with us just two more
Such as it is
The night calls out
To all who wish to be found
We’ve gone so far
To be where we are
I can still see you there
Unimpressed and unaware
Metro commute 1954
Please Meet me in Motor City
Candle light cold winter night
We can pass the time away
There are days in this city
That lead to such lonely nights
Uptown in the City
It only hurts when I look back
Waiting for something that will never be
Never mind that dream