3 AM
Empty street lit by street lights
I pull my hat down and brace the cold
The cold feeling of emptiness

I venture around this dead city
Am I the only one?
There has to be someone
Anyone...

The breeze on my back isn’t a gentle one
Its a harsh one
I place my hand on my flesh
It is the only hand I've felt for years

As I pace around this lost place
I realize
The city is empty
But I’m the one that's lost

As I think about her I begin to feel comfort
A smile appears on my face
But it is slowly washed away by tears
Tears of loneliness

And now as I rest in a dark and quite place
I cover my head and come to terms
I'm alone
I've always been