Black concrete stained with grayed, aged gum and spit
Slaps the soles of my bare feet -- pitter patter pitter --
Heaving, the air charges into my lungs, cool and crisp
Lights of green, yellow, and red change at their gentle speed
We shouldn't even be here, but that doesn't stop us

The excitement of sneaking out, that sheer joy of breaking rules
It fills me like a warm breath, I giggle stupidly
We had tip toed, silent as could be, out of the dorms of Lesley University
Hearts racing but breathing halted, we managed to get out

Of course we forgot our shoes
They would only have slowed us down, made noise, cut the night short
So we dealt with the small rocks that burrowed into our feet
I could hardly feel them, my head was in the clouds

It's the night air that gets you. It's cold and vacant yet filled with life
The black sky causes the world to become so much larger
At the same time, everything is small, like a pleasant claustrophobia
Lit by traffic lights and 24 hour markets, the night is magic