City lights on the board Rows of white planes Combed back hair Leavers everywhere Kept looking for that rain of sadness in me Should I move here But all that I could find Was being thankful that I was here However short or long However short or long I was here It's always 4am Highest ceiling lights Tiled floor Traveling to a show Kept looking for that wake of sadness in me Should I move here But all that I could find Was being thankful that I was here However short or long However short or long I was here City lights on the board Rows of white planes Combed back hair Leavers everywhere Kept looking for the name of sadness Should I move here But all that I could find Was being thankful that I was here However short or long However short or long I was here Mother and son playing hand games