these walks…
taken at midnight…
pass bars…lit churches…
stroll-by old haunts where vagabonds gather…
witches casting spells…
Gypsies dance…

down alleyways…
jobs done behind dumpsters…
picking for food…aluminum cans…broken bottles…
mysterious makeshift cardboard homes…
a rat scurries by…
and i think of you…

business deals made on street corners…
under busted streetlamps…
nickel bags…dime bags…
a rock is thrown…
meth takers…
myth makers….

was it in a dream…
the streets were clean…
paved with gold…
the mansion on the hill…
no junk to boot…
just purity…just purity…

these walks…
taken at midnight…
pass bars…lit churches…
stroll-by old haunts where vagabonds gather…
witches cast spells…
Gypsies dance…

and i think of you…