There's something to be said for.
This attempt to get you to relate to me more.
If there's a time and a place to cry.
Franklin at 2 seems just about right.
I've wasted too much of your time.
Sitting under the closed sign.
I'll let this empty street speak for me.
Cause I feel just about this lonely.
Out here, there has to be someone who understands.
Who's searching just like me.
I hope I find someone who feels the way I do.
Can anyone hear me?
We could meet on the street.
And you could take me away.
Breathe some pa**ion into my boring days.
Kick and idea to challenge my head.
Because right now I feel no better than dead.
There's something to be said for.
This attempt to get you to relate to me more.
If there's a time and a place to cry.
Franklin at 2 seems just about right.
My eyes are red and my brain is numb.
Can't you see where I'm coming from.
The answer? no.
I can tell by your eyes.
So I'm walking the streets alone tonight.