The city lys awake
In the narrowly lit midnight
It's neon lights flashing
Advertising motels and night clubs
And through the laughter
By the doorway down the sidewalk
Around the corner down the alley
A old wino slowly walks
The satin mist is his blanket
On the last night of his existence
A bottle of thunderbird is his companion
The only one who ever listened
Many dreams went down the gutter
Where he awoke on many cold mornings
Before the tragedy that led him to this
His life was worth living
Apr 29
Apr 29, 2026 at 9:04 AM UTC
The city lys awake
In the narrowly lit midnight
It's neon lights flashing
Advertising motels and night clubs
And through the laughter
By the doorway down the sidewalk
Around the corner down the alley
A old wino slowly walks
The satin mist is his blanket
On the last night of his existence
A bottle of thunderbird is his companion
The only one who ever listened
Many dreams went down the gutter
Where he awoke on many cold mornings
Before the tragedy that led him to this
His life was worth living