Corridor of Thought

(hummmm) Sidewalk wet with a cold reflection Each stride a step in

a new direction Streetlamp glow cuts the mist in two Am I

chasing a ghost or chasing you

(ahhhh) Under the flare of the amber light

I found a promise in the quiet night

We are the makers of our own design

(own design)

Negotiating terms with the mirror glass Trying to separate the future from

the past No easy answers in the concrete seams Just the heavy

architecture of abandoned dreams

Under the flare of the amber light

I found a promise in the quiet night

We are the makers of our own design

(own design)

Scars don't fade but the road goes on

Silent footsteps greet the dawn (hummmm)