I walk on the quiet streets of night time in this town
After all the billiard bars and theaters have shut down
I hear the midnight motors as they make their final rounds
I am alone, this is my own, I am at home

I walk on weary feet in the pale glow of this town
Watching artificial light pooling on the ground
Thinking of what I'd say to all the friends that aren't around
I am alone, this is my own, I am at home

I live among all the ones who get caught in the half-light of weekdays
Ah, those short shrift third shift brothers in arms
And even after I leave you my shadow will still haunt your doorways
In this land of lawns and burglar alarms

I walk to a broken beat in the white noise of this town
Waiting for the moonless night that'll find me outward bound
But at the furthest point from dawn my tired heart becomes unwound
I am alone, this is my own, I am at home