4am Sky

I want to smoke under a 4am sky.
Sitting in the street, watching shadows creep by.
Lifting my collar against that faithful chill.
If it were up to me I'd be sitting there still.

Nothing is beyond your reach if you lean.
Nothing is as difficult as it may seem.
We are all in this together yet standing apart
and the only thing we share is a broken heart.

I don't want you to say anything, not a word.
I have enough inner voices that wanna be heard.
Just shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down
and open you eyes and ears to this town.

The roads are calling and the light is dawning.
A sea of concrete is our home this morning.
You are hurting now. I see that, I do,
but I can't repair what happened to you.

I want to say everything will be fine,
but you know the words to that old rhyme.
And what's another voice amongst the din?
It won't change the pain you feel within.

This town is as cold as the wind on our backs.
It doesn't care for you, your feelings and facts.
It is those who live within its stone halls,
That will help you climb those emotional walls.

So sit with me under that 4am sky.
We'll sit in the street watching time pass by.
We'll blow smoke like a roaring fire.
Then maybe life won't seem so dire.