It's hard feeling so far from home
When soft muted street lights buzz
Under a slight neon sign
And a hushed mellow glow

Certain things wring nostalgia in
Feels like the bang of a gong
So prominent and slowly fading

These feelings are like puddles
After a spring rain
Sitting and letting the wind blow
Waves across the surface

Wet concrete young feet used to pound
In a city so out of reach
Grasping at straw memories
Of an aging ghost town.