On days like these
In the familiar streets
Shadows remain
Missed by the sunlight
Through doorways people laugh
Like sounds in silhouette
A song begins to form
Shaped under footsteps A breeze sweeps down the street and through my mind
A change is on its way
I take shelter in a bar I knew
And suddenly
Home feels so far away Remember when
This village was alive
With voices bold
On every corner
A moving work of art
Echoes through ancient walls
And speaks a sad refrain
Like wishes fallen A breeze sweeps down the street and through my mind
A change is on its way
The windows shudder as the air shifts
The music lifts
But all I see is rain