The Neon Jungle

Walking…look at al the people talking
Rushing…look at all the people pushing their way around
And here in the neon jungle, I feel like rain
In search of the ground

is it the color of my shoes
or the way that I walk?
is it the sound of my voice
or the way that I talk?

all I want to be is just another face
but their stares have left me
feeling out of place

walking…look at all the people talking
riding…look at all the people hiding behind their walls
and here in the neon jungle, I feel like a baby
learning to crawl