Rain falls from a starless sky
Upon the dreamers in the city
Asleep in glass towers, cold beds they lie
Somewhere below a lonely man cries
Just before he opens a new bottle
At the bottom is the promise of a deep sleep
And so they dream beneath a starless sky.
Beneath the hum of a street lamp
Waits a woman in black rags
Waiting for the train to take her
Far from the shimmering glass towers
Prisons for the things she'd like to forget
While a young man begs for her to stay.
A balding man steps out of his home
Rests on the porch step to watch the sky
that starless sky without a lover
While the rain falls upon the cold road
Cars sweep by, loud music spewing out
He closes his eyes as his joints begin to ache.
Alone they are lonely people
Even they who lie with lovers
That are bound to leave sometime
Just before the sunrise they'll go
Leaving that person in cold sheets
As the morning embraces the glass towers.