When you take those late night walks to ease your mind
for different air, a different melody;
if you turn around and look over your shoulder,
what do you see?
Is that a life of unwise choices there behind you?
Do your unkept promises nip at your heel?
Are you starting now to understand how those
you left back there must feel?
You know I\'ve had a late night walk or two myself,
so I know that you and I are much the same;
we think too much and look too much
never seem to really see enough
and still we have not given this thing a name.
So that ever-present shadow
you think is following you home
is the reflection of a hundred failed affairs;
any opportunity that passed you
while you looked at what is gone
just turns and stares.
Foolish late night walks that
leaves you weak and stupid,
a thing without a name calls rhyming mockery;
when you turn around and look over your shoulder,
what do you see?