The moon has blocked the sun. That I haven't seen for days. It walks the street as the chimneys burn. I'll drink some beers as I find my way My way home Th streets were made for horse and cart; they talk to mine behind close doors. Stood in the rain to feel the part This maze I stand of concrete walls My way home Suspicious corpse without a face, the screen lights a hidden dim. This black hawk can't find its place, through the night we swim. My way home