The dead man in the gutter.

The man in the gutter.

The sun is out, and the buildings reach the sky. But there's a dead man lying in the gutter with the sun in his eyes. The flies surround him. So I take one more look, and I find a white cane laying on the sidewalk. But when you're walking home at night, you're not alone. We will walk and talk to the sun rise and will never leave your side because I love you deep down inside. The wind is cold as it blows by and touches your nose. But in a blink of an eye, we will be home.