the city is different now
or is it me getting older
people appear to have changed a lot
or is it me getting colder
rooftops in the evening sun
we meet to shake hands
rooftops reflecting light in the rain
(until we meet again)
the smoke has cleared a bit
and i pretend that i'm wiser
and if i keep doing that long enough
i can pretend that i like it
i look up and hope to find a new star on the horizon
light reflected long ago
no single day without new affections and surprises
telling me i'm home
rooftops- we meet to shake hands
rooftops reflecting light in the rain
the city is different now
or is it me getting older