Walking down the lonely street, hearing the cobbles beneath my feet.
The sound echoes through the small lanes,
some people looking through windowpanes.
I feel alone as I wonder into the night,
stars above, no girl, not feeling just right.
I pass a bar, hear the sound of laughter,
carried on walking might go back after.
Let out a sigh looking at the night sky,
so alone, feeling down, wondering why.
Thought I might go back to that happy bar,
instead leaned against a lamppost, light a cigar.(Light a Cigar,David Darbyshire)
Photo By Jeff Goins)
