Filled with exhaustion,
We stumbled home--
Minds numbed, feet frozen with the snow in our shoes.
Too tired to talk, too hungry to eat--
We were young at heart and full of life.
Walking down the empty streets filled with the homeless and the drunks,
We complained about the cabs that never stopped and spat on the public transport system
that stopped running at one.
We talked about missing home and warm meals and clean clothing, clean houses
Missing breakfast, lunch, and dinner--
We missed a lot of things back then.
Back on the dance floor, there was the old man just out of step with the beat, but he
was alive with the music and the smoke in the room
And we swayed in time with the scratchy vocals of the blues singer who held his cigarette
on his guitar--
We were all too hooked to let go, just yet.
We were young at heart and full of life.