Horse and cart

The moon has blocked the sun.
That I haven't seen for days.
It walks the street as the chimneys burn.
I'll drink some beers as I find my way

My way home

Th streets were made for horse and cart
they talk to mine behind close doors.

Stood in the rain to feel the part
This maze I stand of concrete walls

My way home

Suspicious corpse without a face,
the screen lights a hidden dim.

This black hawk can't find its place,
through the night we swim.

My way home