You can’t see the stars
Above the city skyline
But sometimes the air shines like gold
Under the yellow street lights
The psychotics in the park
Howling up at the sky
And the silent airplanes
Slowly drifting by
Sometimes it all seems to glow
As bright as the lights
From all the tvs in town
But when I wake up scared
In those still summer nights
When the air hangs like snakes
Around flashing neon signs
It seems like there’s nothing
Along these broken roads
But blinking lights on creaking metal poles
