The air is warm and still tonight
As he is walking home:
Another night he's gonna spend alone.
He'll get home and shut the drapes,
And put on some sad song:
Another night that's gonna be too long.
Sometimes he stops at the all-night diner
And talks to the girl who works there,
Wonders if she even knows his name.
Sometimes he drops by the local bar
And drinks until he can't stand straight,
Tries to forget a past that's all the same.
Sometimes he wants to curl up
In a corner and cry
He's living a life of halftone grey
And he doesn't quite know why.
Somehow he knows that he is
Doing something wrong
Because there are just too many
Nights that seem too long.
He puts in his time on the job,
Makes sure all his bills get paid
If you only look at his money
He has got it made.
But he lives his life without any friends
No love to call his own:
Seems that he's lonely there in the shade.
He's got a million things to think about
While he is walking home
A million dreams he's never told a soul
And even though the night is warm
As he's walking home
It seems to him that the city streets are cold. . .