These people, these lines we cross
Sidewalk ways, and bike lane woes
In a constant commute,
Up and down the hill

Trees of green, skies of rain
Cloud coverage, and an acoustic prayer
Will you hear me scream?

Another soul, let out of the light
Hidden behind underground rails
No one sings like you,
Not anymore

Trying to drown the wet
Grasping for another vinyl melody
To drift,