The Wounded Mile

the shadows crawl on the overpass wall
they come and they go, they rise and they fall
I watch headlights on a distant bridge
they race and disappear like Lemmings from a cliff

its ten cents to midnight
as every part of me gathers around
to hear the stars announce
that there are no answers to be found
and the moon wears a crooked smile
giving just enough light to illuminate
the wounded mile

I walk in the park, its warm and its dark
a point to be driven home, misses its mark
words play on in an endless loop
as my love becomes the heart quickly duped

its ten cents to midnight
as I put out my hand
every answer is hard to find
but very easy to understand
and the moon wears a crooked smile
giving just enough light to illuminate
the wounded mile