Last train gone I stayed where I stood Bus doors closed Without a sound Coffee cooling On the hood She looked back once Then scanned the crowd Rearview caught The side of my face Green light changed Nobody drove Wind pushed leaves Across the lane Headlights swept An empty wall Every city keeps a name Written where the rain won't dry Some are spoken Some just pass Mine keeps walking Through their eyes Taxi rolling Windows down Radio low Late night call Red tail lights Around the bend Nothing said At all Storefront glass Caught one glance She fixed her hair Then looked away Train horn fading Past the bridge Still I never Left my place Every city keeps a name Written where the rain won't dry Some are spoken Some just pass Mine keeps walking Through their eyes Morning breaks Blue finds the street Paper cup Across the street Same old road Different shoes Same slow rhythm Underneath Last train gone I stayed where I stood No parade No grand goodbye Just another night Passing through Like I was never Passing by Santiago Flores
