and out late wanderin' dirty streets
to find my way
Dreamers with their cardboard hope,
and lovers with their empty cups-
well the rain drips on down
while the neon dances in the road.
you've got to run,
you've got to hide
honey, i'll never push you aside
cause as soon as you grow
thats when you know-
there's a lot left to say, and i hope to say it someday"
from "Someday, someway" by Cazz Brindis