dream
We’re running
Out of time
Out of cash
Out of words
Out of wine
And the bar
We hit the streets.
Let’s catch up,
Catch a break,
Catch that train
Before dawn catches up
With our plan.
The night
Hides your face
But I can tell,
It’s not a place,
We’re headed to.
It’s a race
In my head
And yours too.
Who makes the move,
Takes the step,
Says the words?
The platform washed clean,
By the train we just missed.
No sign of that rain,
To lean in for that kiss.
We’re not on screen,
And tonight,
our sheets will stay clean,
The beds remain cold,
where we used to dream.