Silence, There's Nothing But The Raindrops Falling Down
The Last Bus Has Made Its Stop
And Took The Drunks Away
Now The Street's Completely Deserted
Without The Flashing Neon-lights
It Looks So Cold And Gray
Tomorrow My Suitcase Packed With One More Towel
When The Sweepers Clean The Street Up
I'll Be Miles Away
And Later, I Will Look Out Of My Window
Another Crowd Walks The Scenery
But The Play Didn't Really Change