I am South in the City

We take three steps forward and five steps back

Back to the bar and the tempting glances from far and across the darkened room

Back to the last night stamped hands and repeating moments from a dream I had

Three nights ago.

He is in the north of the city

And you are in the east

And at the very least you'll venture

With a sigh

To find the very likes of another

At the very lest

The right t-shirt and a look in his eye

And another slip-slide across the room to the bar

And the stage

And the room with the writing all over the walls

Why is it that these rooms always have writing on their walls

(glances cast for bands first and last)

On Saturday I will take a trip for you

And on the highest hill I'll stand.

On Sunday I'll walk down the street and into the city.