Stranger On the Street

When the sky turns pink, and the sun sets low. I hope and pray you have a place to go. After, the cool breeze dies down, and summer sets in. I hope you find a new place; where you can begin again. Through the heat of the day, and the cars buzzing by. I hope you have a place to lay your weary head; while you sigh. After all of your drinks, and all of your moans. I hope you find a place you can finally call home.