Shadows And Tall Trees

Back to the cold restless streets at night
I talk to myself about tomorrow night
Walls of white protest
A gravestone in name
Who is it now
It's always the same
Who is it now
Who calls me inside
Are the leaves on the trees
Just a living disguise
I walk the sweet rain tragicomedy
I'll walk home again
To the street melody

But I know
Shadows and tall trees