Streets damp and warm. Empty smell metal. Weeds between buildings. Pictures on my hard drive. But I'm the luckiest guy. Not the loneliest guy. Steam under floor. Shards by the mirrors frame. Clouds green and low. No sign no nothing now. But I'm the luckiest guy. Not the loneliest guy. All the pages that have turned. All the errors left unlearned oh. Well I'm the luckiest guy. Not the loneliest guy. In the world. Not me.