(farrar/best)The stairs are dark and silentThe morning cold and grayA last look at the things I knewAnd slowly turn awayAnd as I watch the scenery unwindMy childhood slips a hundred miles behindLeave the bus in houstonWalk around the townBut all the strange, unfriendly facesSeem to get me downAnd in the park where little children playI sit and watch the dying of the dayI'm a small and lonely lightA bird that's lost in flightAnd it's too late at night to go homeI'm a tall and weary kiteA face that's out of sightAnd it's too late at night to go homeAlways had the good lifeNever felt unsureBut now the good life's not enoughThere must be something moreAnd so I sit and shiver in the dawnAnd watch the world and wait to be rebornI'm a small and lonely lightA bird that's lost in flightAnd it's too late at night to go homeI'm a tall and weary kiteA face that's out of sightAnd it's too late at night to go homeToo late at night to go homeBut I've talked too long my friend
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