The King of Loneliness/Hot Summer Nights

so many lonely nights,

spent dreaming and thinking of you,

so many empty teardrops,

which fell and you never knew,

one more Saturday night,

listening to the small time bands,

talking to the radio,

hitting the all night coffee stands;

the king of loneliness is on the road,

cruising the highways once again,

everyone knows where he’s going,

but nobody knows where he’s been;

in the dead of the night,

the quiet becomes a roar,

as the stench of days gone by,

and love that never was,

rises from their sewer pits far below,

and no one ever notices,

except for the few who recognize

the familiar scent,

it is one they have smelled

many times before;

hot summer nights,

were made

for lonely cups of coffee,

and empty highway lines;

…..woke up this morning,

felt like I had died in the night,

the sun was shining on my face,

but I just couldn’t see any light;

to many highs, to many lows,

not enough time in between,

so many worn out words,

never saying what they mean.

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