A misty night.
Autumn in December.
Walking down the huge street lit by bars and christmas decorations.
We pass a bunch of people working on a tiny gas-powered RC car.
A huge and shiny jeep pulls over. A pretty lady in a glistening white fur coat exits the car.
There are people entering and exiting the bars.
People smiling and looking sad.
But no. Those are just pictures.
There's only you and me and the music.
The long, straight, wet street.
Yet somehow not so lonely.
Well that's new.
Who knows, maybe tonight we really are just several miles from the sun.
Smile and walk on.
It's what we do best.