Tonight the side streets are empty
the snow drove the city kids inside.
Even though the trees are dead,
and the flower beds are buried in stone,
I can hear them --
but tonight I'm all alone.
Footprints don't promise a place to hide
neither do the shadows from the stairs.
The sour perfume out in the living room
doesn't wash out, but I don't mind it
just as long as I'm alone.
Porch lights fade away when it's could,
floorboards tremble at the salt trucks passing by.
The furnace dial and the cough syrup vial
should stay where they are,
but I can't help it --
I just can't leave 'em alone.
The bed is hard and it is big.
I left the T.V. on downstairs.
The curtains sway and the half-lights weigh
hard on my heart,
but I still need them --
I just can't fall asleep alone.