Running for Cover

there's a yellow line
down the road
leading where, no one knows
no one ever goes
at night the pavements
so cold and so hard to bear
haven't I seen you there 
where the stars don't shine
standing room only
the lonely know where
to go to be alone 
where there's a long line
wrapped around the corner
moon down to sunup
no bodies looking up
heads hung low 
in a slump in the mist
of a slum, "where is the Lord"
to fix the broken heart
of the shattered soul
drinking fuel coz, it's 
 so hard to go
don't want to die tonight
of frost bite, surrounded by
false light "Where is the Lord"
the streets cry
walk on by
close your eyes
feel the wind blow
in the ghetto
just whistling and
walking across the ceiling
pray for rain
rain always changes things