I'm walking down the street In the cool clear night
I sense in my bones, something doesn't seem right
A feeling that rises inside me, suddenly
Is it what I see or a remnant from my past
I can' never quite tell and I don't understand it
Just the moment before I was walking along, so peacefully
And the neon hums and the pavement shines
And the tourists ignore me and stumble on by
On their drunken mission to find some kind of release
The road doesn’t end, it just bends out of sight,
And the truth never comes in the dead of the night
Then a ghost of man with a deck of old cards
Says' “Fate’s just a gamble, and luck hits you hard”
Then he laughs and tosses a joker right into the street
Where the streetlights flicker like they’re winking at me
The shadows move slowly, but there’s nothing to see
Like a photograph left out in the rain
The echoes of my footsteps fade into the dark
Like promises I made as offhand remark
It's no wonder that so many slipped away
The road doesn’t end, it just bends out of sight,
And the truth never comes in the dead of the night
I've said it before and I'll say it again
Though I'm never quite sure and it often depends
But I wish had done so many things differently
With the way it's been lately, I keep to myself,
My worrying mind, just trying to help
But all I can do is take my next step and breathe in deep
So I'll turn up my collar, keep moving ahead
But I can't stop repeating all the things that I've said
And the past never answers, it just listens, indifferently
The road doesn’t end, it just bends out of sight,
And the truth never comes in the dead of the night