Looking down on town tonight,
There's quiet in the air.
All the lights that shine so bright,
Once were never there.
Everybody turns one on,
I can see myself right in that window,
Over there, down by the square.
Fortune tellers hold the cards
That soon will be revealed.
Fourteen years will come and go,
Then our fate is sealed.
I can stake my claim right here;
I do refuse to yield.
Won't think or talk about it, but I'll know
Just how it feels down by the square.
Try again tomorrow;
That is what the old sign read.
Saw it in the paper,
But had read it when they're dead.
Couldn't find a handle;
Now I wish I had my head.
How I long to rest these aching bones
And get this body fed.
Now you see me walking,
With the rain right on my heels.
To no one I've been talking,
But that's not how it feels.
When it's done,
And over, what did this short life reveal?
Cannot find an answer,
So until then I'll just be
Down by the square.