There's so little magic
On this faded street
All the landmarks
Are lost
Yet I hear the echo
Of the memory
Of your footsteps
Leading from home
Still I follow the darkness
To daylight's bright grin
And each time it takes me
To strangers within
Past judgmental eye
A lunatic's pride
A rainstorm in a bouquet
Still I follow the darkness
To daylight's bright grin
And each time it takes me
To strangers within
I cry out to god
(A simple request)
To show me the way
Still I follow
The sound leads away
To you, to you, to you