  

I am sorry if I surprise you,

But I never had ill intents,

Don’t you know I am a wanderer?

Why do you take me so seriously?

I was never meant to be a foundation,

And what is the hurry?

I just want to be lit,

And aisles and churches are far beyond,

Never am I getting old,

As I hop from bar to bar in this city,

Why not tag along and enjoy all that is merry,

The moon is bright and neon glows over us,

Matchmaking can wait, just be my friend tonight,

I promise you will leave with no regrets,

I have no mortgage but a thousand stories,

Let’s fade away until the dawn comes.