A mind made up by morning

Sometimes when I go out at night

Just off the corner of our street

I stare at the shadows of the townhouse

The place where we used to meet

I feel like there is someone watching back

I don't know what I do when I go out

Still I can't help the feeling

That there is a reason for all this doubt

If I could see past them

And if I could just walk away

Then maybe, just maybe

I would find myself waking up to another day