🌉 CAREER NIGHT 🌉 Hands deep in pockets, Shuffling down my street, On the cusp of 18, What the hell do I wanna be? Next door Rob was a cop, Funny name given his job, Complains the pay isn't enough, Poor Rob the cop, just not something I want. I can see through his window, Rob is watchin' TV, Instant tingles in my soul, That cop does not notice me. "Interesting..." Silent night on my suburban street, Deciding what I might want to be, Rows of houses hold lighting, Maybe I'll creep up for a peek. Hands deep in pockets, Notebook in a bag, On the cusp of 18, Deciding what I want to be in the end. Emily sat with her cats, Three houses away. I learned all of her facts, Writing down what I see. She must feel pretty trapped, All those hungry mouths. I bet if she lost some cats, She would look more relaxed, In her house... I can push through her window, Emily is busy singing. Instant tingles in my bones, Reaching for a couple kitties. "She won't be needing these..." Silent night on my suburban street, I think I might know what I want to be, Rows of houses hold lighting, Let's sneak inside and see. Hands deep in pockets, Notebook in a bag, On the cusp of 18, Finding my way into their sanctuaries. I finally figured out my position now, This street has so many problems I can figure out, Each light a sign, illuminated by every house, My knife in my pocket, I'll help solve everything now. (Door to door, house by house...) (Door to door, house by house...) (Door to door, house by house...) Walkin' down your neighborhood street, Do you have a problem for me?
