A tourist stops on the street to look around
The night lit up with the life of the town.
The tourist turns around to open a door
And is captivated by the owner of the store.
Long red hair the color of Mars

With violet eyes brighter than the stars.
A scar across her face that looks rather grim
Unconventionally beautiful, but beautiful to him.

As years go by, the town calls him a friend
And all through these years, he loves her to no end.
Sunshine, snow, and rain pours down
He's in love with this girl, and the life of the town.
He serves the people in the diner at night
And sees his love in the sunlight.
The clock keeps ticking and the tower bells chime
He would stay with her for the rest of time.

The crowds are thinning, the people don't come anymore
And he stands alone in front of the dark empty store.
He remembers a young man, life breaking at the seams
How he stopped in his tracks when he saw the girl of his dreams.
He thinks of the stores and how early they close

A coffin, a grave, a single white rose.
“What comes as it may,” and “It is what it is,”
Will never bring back the girl he called his.

Empty store windows with dark hollow glass
No tourists to peer in with joy as they pass.
The clock tower stopped, and away the birds flew
The bustling crowds have been reduced to a meer few.
He sits at the diner where he used to spend his nights
And looks up at the old Christmas lights.
He looks back at the town and the violet skyed dawn
"Goodbye, my love," he whispers. Then the tourist is gone.