Marty Willson - A Drink To Drift Away

Pale, woven with the threads of fear
Fade, as shards of glass
Fall from your eyes like tears
Who can wait this long
To know if they belong


The boulevard of neon stars
The rush and hiss of passing cars
The roar of laughter in the street
Sad crowds shuffle on their feet
The peeling paint of deep regret
On faces hung with cigarettes
The strays and waywards looking down
The comfort of the underground


Hide, underneath the arches from the rain