Quiet Streets, Own Beat
Leaving the party with my shoes in my hand
Noise in the static that I don't understand
Everyone's talking but they've got nothing to say
So I take the long walk home,
slipping away And I don't miss a soul tonight
Just me
under the yellow street light No regrets,
no one left to please Walking home on a midnight breeze
(so fine)
Two AM coffee at the corner store
I don't need the validation anymore
Checking my reflection in a dark window pane
Smiling at the rhythm of the late-night train
And I don't miss a soul tonight
Just me
under the yellow street light No regrets,
no one left to please Walking home on a midnight breeze
(so fine)
Honestly, I love the quiet of the street
No expectations, just my own two feet (ahhhh)
Walking home
(all by
myself) And I love it