one night one night I walked up on stage because you stopped listening to my rhythms words and songs and my rights woes and wrongs unaware of when you left me stranded talking to myself in the darkness of street horns disguise and hollow singing voices in the room next door lonely blues so tired of lies from souls I lose and drunkenness closes my eyes I can see you laughing out at bars with booze and the beating noise too fast to follow too shallow for anything to be a surprise I still miss you these nights laughing into my ear so distant that I can barely see and hear how great is this light that you once handed to me? is it just my nightmares dreams and delusion - or is it really me?