The Lights of My Street from Afar

Marcus works high in the glass and steel
Watching the night turn like a heavy wheel
Below the bridge the black river flows
And far in the dark the city glows

He counts the cars heading out of town
When the quiet mist starts coming down
He looks to the hills where the houses stand
And traces the roads with a steady hand

I see the lights of my street from afar
Shining as soft as a distant star
I keep my guard in the midnight cold
Holding the stories I never told

On Maple Drive where he used to sleep
There is a porch light he used to keep
It stays on bright till the clock strikes three
He likes to think that it shines for free

Every night at midnight sharp and clear
A silver sedan drives slowly near
It pays the toll and it crosses slow
Heading to the street where he used to go

I see the lights of my street from afar
Shining as soft as a distant star
I keep my guard in the midnight cold
Holding the stories I never told

Tonight the silver car pulls up close
A face in the glass like a familiar ghost
Clara looks up through the open door
Says I am not going back there anymore

She says I sold the house on Maple Drive
I kept that light on to stay alive
Hoping one night you would just walk down
Instead of watching me from above the town

I see the lights of my street from afar
Shining as soft as a distant star
I keep my guard in the midnight cold
Holding the stories I never told

Marcus works high in the glass and steel
Watching the night turn like a heavy wheel
Below the bridge the black river flows
And far in the dark the city glows