Late at night
As you're sat slumped in the chair
You wonder if this is it
If all the cards have been played out
Like right now
I'm sat here
Looking out of the window at the city below
Harsh streets lit by cold lighting
The maddening rush of saturday night crowds
People that I don't know
And would probably never want to
Acting like it's all one huge party that never ends
Intoxicated by the lights and the sounds
Never seeing how it could really be until it's far too late