High Street

Charging High Street
Scenery blurred, strobed
Nothing but the road
Stretches, stretching tight
Lights are dimmed, a swirl
Of insubstantial flicker and twirl

Footsteps heard I turn to see nothing 
Footsteps here I turn to see nothing but, 
Nothing but a whisper of a sound

Coming home
One hundred miles away
This road will lead me back again
Stretches, stretching tight
Everything has changed
What was mine doesn’t feel the same

Footsteps heard I turn to see nothing 
Footsteps here I turn to see nothing but, 
Nothing but a whisper of a sound

And I can hear you calling me
I can hear you calling me
I can hear you calling me
Where are you now?

Haunted by the night
A ghost upon the road
With nothing but a photo frame
Clenches, clenching tight
It slides out of my palm
I just can’t hold on to my life

Footsteps heard I turn to see nothing 
Footsteps here I turn to see nothing but, 
Nothing but a whisper of a sound

And I can hear you calling me
I can hear you calling me
I can hear you calling me
Where are you now?