Dead Silence
Heavy Sunday night
Lonely city streets
Blank sidewalks
Locked doors
Empty cars
Lonely city streets
Blank sidewalks
Locked doors
Empty cars
Pitch dark windows
Families fast asleep
Everybody's home
Except me in a car
After a party
Families fast asleep
Everybody's home
Except me in a car
After a party
Five scattered stars
A rumbling train
Keeps pushing on its way
Maybe she's listening to
Sontag's voice of hope
On his radio talk show
How far is the corner
Where she seeks me
Weaving dreams
Missing me
As I am
Appealing to fate
A rumbling train
Keeps pushing on its way
Maybe she's listening to
Sontag's voice of hope
On his radio talk show
How far is the corner
Where she seeks me
Weaving dreams
Missing me
As I am
Appealing to fate
Fazeel Azeez Chauhan
8-16-99
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