Walking Alone

Large cube of ice in the glass of Dimple
Reflecting as the rain crackles softly on the sill
Gazing out the windows, the sun has long set
You can smell the mahogany and the smoke
From the flavoured cigar, a Cuban elder man tokes from
I'm waiting on a date, but she won't come
The Askania on my wrist says 10
A wench at the bar suspects something
Comes over to ask if everything is alright and I just look at her
I swear these eyes don't lie
And every minute that she's late makes this woman look better
Put frankly I'm just tired of the chatter
I recognize everytime she says what it ain't about
Focus is squarely placed on them same matters
I could pretend like I had time for that
Or drop the change on the table and leave, no looking back

I WALK ALONE THIS STREET
By myself, all I need is the beats
I WALK ALONE THIS STREET
Until my restless mind has found peace
I WALK ALONE THIS STREET
Any weather, any day of the week
I WALK ALONE THIS STREET
Tarmac, stone plates, wood and concrete

And all I do is see the same faces
Look-alikes in the same clothes, the only way
To tell them apart is by the different language
It's the daily masquerade of the fameless
I grab a drink from the convenience store
And just walk to clear my head, it's becoming recurring
Vagrant soul in a story of the same kind
And at the same time, it disturbs me
These streets harbor memories, vibes, and they
Change with the times, like old hangout spots
Have turned into coffee shops, mom-and-pop stores
Now are barbers, name plates change, neighbors turn to strangers
Leather couch, beige fleece wallpaper
Home sweet home, alone though, I crave
The feeling of warm embraces greeting
It's yet another wasted evening, I play a Cool Jazz tune
And light one up, before I'm faded out sleeping

Of Berlin City at summertime, the sun rays filtered
By the trees, got a cone of ice cream, sesame and honey
Mind on whatever, taking time to
Marvel at the architecture and smile
For no reason other than being grateful to breathe in
The fragrance of the place I was raised in, even
If I were to leave someday, I'd never forget
Moments that made bonds what they are and yet
I don't feel like going back, the hands of the clock
Melt away like a heart when it's touched by a gesture
Or a friendly smile of a woman so lush
That's dressed in a fashion that conveys nothing extra
Conversation kind of compliments the nearby Spree
And there's no need for a number exchange, it's all free
Of obligations, continued on our merry way
I could do this everyday, just liaise with
A girl who shares my love for traversing the pavement