A battered bag Hung in a tree Rustles like The fallen leaves It's hung up there An empty sack Can't go forward Can't go back The constellation Streetlights' glow The firmament Displayed below And in the dark The pa**ing cars Describe the arc Of shooting stars And someday it may Finally fall It might get lucky So say we all It's still up there Just rearranged Waiting for The wind to change A final breath A shift of air It's blow away To God knows where And someday it may Finally fall It might get lucky So say we all