a song

looking for a way

you’re working in one of them booths
taking people’s money as they drive their shiny cars
and it’s summer and the sun is bright and hot
it’s summer and the clouds fled a long time ago

you’re a long way from home living in a city
feel like you’re living in a hole in the ground
the street lights make you lonely
and the chatter makes you cold

i want to take your hand and hold it in mine
i want to take your hand and hold it close
your eyes tell your story more than words can say
i know what you're singing
i know where you been

i know how you're feeling that you just want to finish
where you began

b. smith