the space between the trees.

Forgiven.

I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind.

The city is my home construction noise all day long.

I want to be with you all of the time It's hopeless but I have to try.

How many lights do you see?
How many lights do you see?
There's one that waits for closing time
And there's one that gets left on all night
And there's one that marks the western sky
And it shines down on the quiet street
And there's one that floods the darker parts
And there's one that hurts my tired eyes
And there's one that says she's not asleep
And there's one that waits for her to wake.