Stepping through drying concrete I didn't see
Kick my boots off against the curb half-heartedly
I know this is sticking to me
The corner where my street meets the main road
At night it's too dark to see my hand in front of my face
I watch the cars drive by
As loud and bright as shooting stars
There's comfort in seeing something from a distance off
And knowing at least one wish could come true
The one that conflicts with the one of me being with you
Step into the street
When you find certainty, cling to it
There's no stone so dense it won't shift some when the water begins to flow
If I saw that concrete
I could have pressed my handprints in
There's comfort, though, in leaving nothing behind
When I get home, I am telling you everything