Nighttime has come at last
The sun is down, the day is past.
City streets glow in surreality.
The sodium vapor burns over the stage
where countless plays are acted out
by all the fools looking for a life.
The lonely feelings cut like a knife
as they try to escape the pain
while Motherís tears fall like rain.

Itís another starless night on the streets
of a town full of losers.
A radio plays in the background,
the brassy purr of a saxophone sets the mood
as it sounds its own retreat,
fading away into the shadows
of deserted alleys full of fear.
Can you feel the pulse?
I hear itís heart beat.

Grumble purr of well tuned engines dragging down the strip.
Leathered heroes on solo rides cruising on one more trip
as the moon burns red, red, yellow, yellow, green
and Iím already gone...
Outside towers of steel
you can hear the rubber peel
smoke, burn, skid down the asphalt.
Enlightened eyes find no one to blame
and no one goes looking to hang the fault.

Wasted, burned out, sanity flows down the drain
ëcause nothing is left to loose
and Hell is something to gain.
Thereís not much to believe in
except the corrupted unreality
that vanishes with the rising of the sun
and the start of a new day.

Iíve searched the alleys looking for you.
Wish I knew all the reasons why.
I donít, but I keep looking for you,
looking for a way to take you back into my arms.
I just donít know what to say
and not everything is as it seems
in my life and in my dreams.

Iíve felt your pulse.

Iíve heard your heart beat.