Pacing the room dragging my feet Watching the fog fill the street Melody Drive empty at ten Houses look bolted and low set The network shows the movies About persons through the blinds Watching waiting and everyone cries
I felt the woman come closer Fifty years moved from picture to picture Inside it was pouring rain I could hear the drops hit the screen And nothing's the same as it was before Outside the video I would have loved to be there To see it
