Bleeding Sidewalk Blues

The glass bleeds upon the sidewalk grey,

Another stranger walks the blues away.

I leave a glass of wine upon the sill,

And watch the midnight traffic grow

so

still.

They say that time will mend a broken heart,

But clocks run backward when the dark times

start... (mmmmm)

(away...) And watch the midnight traffic

grow

so

still... (so still...)