Voices in the street, footsteps on the concrete 
Guess I hear just every sound on the ground 
From my window view, I know a color blue 
that can bite so very hard, the day apart 
Picture fresh as water clear 
days have passed without you here 
Street lights dancing on the dark across the park 
Waiting for a word from you, waiting for a sign or two 
Footseps on the city ground, you know the sound 
Brother [bad word] tomorrow to my window 
Brother [bad word] tomorrow to my window