I'm threading through the evening
  it's later than I thought
  a friend of mine is waiting
  for cigarettes I brought
    she smiles she seems so tired
  so nothing is required
    I reach into my pocket
  some things she left behind
  nothing really happens
  in ways I can't define
    loose talk of hearts and heads
  of sleep in other beds
  it's better left unsaid
    she says that she is cold
  I wish that I could hold
    but no,
  how can you hold a soul?
  you just can't hold a soul
  that shines like gold
  she shines like gold
    I will, I won't, I would
  I've said more than I should
    she leaves she goes uptown
  she may not come back down
  she may not come back down
  she may not turn around
  she may not make a sound
  she may not come back down