On a gray overcast day.
I walked into the rain.
Just to let it cool off my face.
Just to let it cool off my mind.
As I passed under the bridge, I hung out with some kids.
We talked about the city and we talked about our lives.
I said hello, goodbye, hello, where did your halo go?
Did it fall off your head?
Did you lose the golden road?
And I said sorry my friend I think it’s time for me to go.
But I’ll see you tomorrow if you’re here at all.
And we talked about their dreams.
I hope they all come true.
And the stories that they shared will not be forgotten soon.
I look for them when I pass.
I passed by yesterday.
But I don’t see them at all.
I think the rain washed them away.