bowl of cold rice on the wooden chair
smell of the dust in the hallway air
landlord is knocking on the thin blue door
i am staring at the holes in the floor
i kept the city but i lost the way
nothing is left for me to say
lights in the window
but not for me
a rusty key
and a willow tree
lights in the window
but not for me
i am the shadow
that nobody can see
standing under the bridge where the iron is black
looking for the road that will take me back
the gold is in the sky but the mud is on my shoe
nothing in this town is real or true
rusty key is biting my palm
waiting for the storm and waiting for the calm
lights in the window
but not for me
a rusty key
and a willow tree
lights in the window
but not for me
i am the shadow
that nobody can see
wrong road
cold rice
long night
heavy price
rusty key
not for me
rusty key