How Long

Night is fading from the sky

Tide is welling up inside

Memory drip feeds the pain

Whispers in his veins again

How long...

He orders wine to go alone

Marches till his skin is bone

Cities different now he’s home

Conscious bleeds for all he’s done

The busker measures time and place

The artist deconstructs a face

The woman’s eyes avert his own

His uniform is soiled and torn

How long...

Some will leave in the need to be out there

In the morning‚ then fade away

Leave in the morning‚ then fade away

Leave in the morning‚ then fade away

Leave in the morning‚ then fade away

Leave in the morning‚ then fade away

Night is fading from the sky

Tide is welling up inside

Memory drip feeds the pain

Whispers in his veins again

How long...

Some will leave in the need to be out there

In the morning‚ then fade away

Leave in the morning‚ then fade away

Leave in the morning‚ then fade away

Leave in the morning‚ then fade away

Leave in the morning‚ then fade away