Horse and Cart

The moon has blocked the sun.

That I haven't seen for days.

It walks the street as the chimneys burn.

I'll drink some beers as I find my way

My way home [4x]

Th streets were made for horse and cart;

they talk to mine behind close doors.

Stood in the rain to feel the part

This maze I stand of concrete walls

My way home [4x]

Suspicious corpse without a face,

the screen lights a hidden dim.

This black hawk can't find its place,

through the night we swim.

My way home [4x]