Empty Streets

 

Empty Streets

By Paul McCann

 

The streets of the city , they don’t look so pretty

whenever she’s not around ,

The empty cold sidewalks

where no one ever talks

are dark you can’t hear a sound .

 

They say it’s a hard life

when you haven’t got a wife

and its so lonely when night falls down

and there’s  no one to hold

and you’re left out in the cold

on the empty streets of some town ..

 

Who count’s their blessings

when the only hard lessons

are in the school of hard knocks that I keep

so I do my very best

to stay out of the mess

as the world around me crashes in a heap .

 

Then as everyone goes mad

I find a way to be glad

because I’ve been spared a little time

on the outside .

 

So everythings’ ok in a crazy kind of way

on the empty streets where I run away and hide

 

Well a woman’s anger is known to me

the only thing that’s grown can be

calm inside the storm of the heart .

No one ever is alone

even when you’re on your own

deep in the recess of the heart .

So do you ever wonder why

as you do all you can to try

and save the day with love for her  ,

but if she doesn’t care ,

then you’re better off out there
on the empty streets of the city somewhere .

 

Empty streets where I hide away

everything that went wrong today ,

no one can find reason to what went  wrong ,

on the empty streets of this big city

they don’t pity anyone who is left out there  .