It's Just Me Again, Tellin' Myself Away.

I turn that glow down in the back of the room,
For effect;
Maybe just to reflect on some stuff, you know.

Do you feel that cold night air creepin' through
The tall buildings,
The river banks,
The alleyways and high up windows?
That wind is a lonely wind,
Like us all,
A little bit.
Take a lover, why don't you.
It's winter now, and anyway there ain't much else to do...
I wish I could take a lover;
I just spend my nights in taps and raps
Against the surface of this here old desk,
Thinking of needing for wanting's releasing of me.
I shut out the lights but they come back on,
This time inside me.
They don't let me get a wink, these days.
Most men feel guilty as they age.
Guilty for the things they did,
They do,
They never did
And wanted to.
Stuck in bed and sick with sorrow,
Seeing the sparrows fly tomorrow,
Feeling jealous, trapped,
Just tapping, just rapping on the table again,
Or the starving dreams inside my head,
Inside our heads is the saddest thing
In this big bright world.
One day we're all gonna fly away like sparrows;
Shed that ground and shake that sorrow.
Until then, Miles Davis, help me out;
Give me a reason to go and walk outside
And watch the cars go by without feeling empty.