it's finally night time in the big city
and as a quiet rain gently begins to fall
a lover sighs looking up into the wet
and at their other, tired thoughts stall
a homeless man makes a cardboard box bed
and fills it with the nothing he owns
nearby an empty can clanks and rolls
in the distance a truck exhaust groans
a man on holiday wishes he was home
knowing the warmth of his woman's arms
many miles apart living a conviction
a girl wistfully gives wind to her heart
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