Vacant nights, synthetic lights. Back where it started no place left to go this time. The discount wine has clouded my mind, so I'll just have one more drink - and spill more ink. Lets raise a glass to burning bridges. Set's the same, the players change. So bundle up kid, know you can't go home. Salad days - box 'em up and let it pour. Step back, then light a match and close the door. I guess that's just river city for you. Step outside, watch cars collide. Just keep on moving all in the past. Stop lights dark in Highland park. I take a right make footprints in new snow. Next year the skies look clear. An optimist like January. One weak smile, I've walked for miles. I check the time, turn inhale deep and go. Take in the moonlight, reflecting on strange times as seen through famine-stricken eyes. Just try to walk on.