I wander around the streets all day
hoping love will run into my arms.
But these faces never smile like you do
these streets never show me how to find you.
The rainy blues sings my melody
one you would dance to to turn it all around.
The biggest bruise you would kiss tenderly
and tell me it’s the part of me you most like.
Will there ever be anyone like you
or is this just the beginning of something new.
Truth is, I’m still wandering