I used to walk over my emotions
   in the rain , sometimes the snow
Still I just don't know
   where the nighthawks go

Flying high , diving low

I used to walk in the night
   Alone , unafraid where the red lights
turn green through the alleys

Once again past the gates made of tin

I turn thinking of her skin
   turn again and again
Singing softly , mumbling curses
   never coming to an end

. . . . . ?. . . . .

I've seen the day come crashing down
   seen it rise up again
Seen love come in and walk out the door
   Seen relationships turn to snow

Seen reason falter , stumble and fall
   Seen it's anger and rage
Seen loves folly over coffee , jam , and toast
   I see it all as if it were a ghost