Inside these  bare white walls
the world weighs heavy on my mind
mostly silence other than the cry of a lonely child in the apartment below
or laughter  from the bar next door
i lie here my instrument untouched  alone
with dirty thoughts and  a dusty heart
i think about the city i live in
Things have changed not only here but everywhere
not only on the streets, but inside of me
ya they all seem to be getting younger-- wiser-- stronger
while i am just getting weaker--harder--softer
maybe It is  time
to finally go home