Season of Words

Neon lights up on this roof
 Never get brighter and never go off
 Just like me and just like you
 Average people with average blues
 How did it come to this?
 What kind of coverage did we give to ourselves
 So we wouldn't be lonely?
 A season of words
 A season of tears
 A hall of mirrors in a season of fears
 Shadows on you
 Shadows on me
 Shadows on the people we were meant to be
 We might look and we might pry
 With the eyes of a child
 But we are not children
 Children play and children cry
 Simple things summon the tears to their eyes
 We might've been so young
 But for the constant drone
 That's making us old
 The usual distractions
 Nothing is moving tonight
 It's the weeds that grow
 In the cracks of the asphalt
 Under the streetlights
 Souls will come and souls will go
 And trying to get ourselves used to the flow
 We say goodbye and say hello
 And anything else that might help us to cope
 I might've felt the rain
 I might've seen the sun
 But the curtains are drawn
 And it's safe to be lonely