Intro I stroll out the door with a half‑formed plan, The sort you only make when you’re already late, And the pigeons look at me like they’ve seen it all before. --- Verse 1 There’s a bloke on the corner selling knock‑off sunglasses, Claims they’re “designer” but the spelling’s all wrong. He tells me I look tired, I tell him I’m just thinking, He nods like he understands the weight of the universe. Verse 2 A bus wheezes past like it’s had a long night out, The driver giving me that “don’t even try it” stare. I check my watch, though I don’t know why— Time’s been ignoring me for weeks. Verse 3 Old Mrs. Pennington waters her plastic flowers again, Says it keeps the neighbourhood cheerful. I don’t have the heart to tell her they’re fading anyway, Just like the rest of us on a Tuesday morning. Verse 4 A cyclist swerves by shouting something poetic, Or maybe just rude—I can never tell. I admire his confidence, the way he nearly dies But still blames everyone else. Verse 5 And there’s me, wandering through my own thoughts, Trying to remember what I was meant to remember. Something important, probably, But the streetlight daydream’s got me again. --- Pre‑Chorus And I keep drifting, drifting, drifting, Like a leaflet no one asked for, Blowing down the pavement Looking for somewhere to land. --- Chorus Streetlight daydream, keeps pulling me away, From the things I’m meant to do and the things I meant to say. Streetlight daydream, I’m floating through the noise, Just another lost commuter in a world without a choice. --- Bridge Maybe I’ll get it right tomorrow, Maybe tomorrow won’t even show. But if the world keeps spinning sideways, I’ll just walk with it—nice and slow. --- Outro So I shrug at the sky, Kick a pebble into destiny, And carry on wandering, ’Cause that’s streetlife— Or something like it.
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