Got a cold cup of coffee. Staring at the front door. Keys are in my pocket. Don't live here no more. Walking down the grey line. Looking for a lost spark. Footsteps on the cold ground. Walking in the dark. Bus goes driving by me. Faces look at the floor. Got no place to be. Just walking a little more. Walking down the grey line. Lost the only good spark. Footsteps on the cold ground. Fading in the dark. Sun is coming up now. Cold is in my bone. Guess I keep on moving. Better off alone.
