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Streetlights flicker like old memories
Cigarette smoke draws your name in the breeze
Neon signs are bleeding red and gold
While the night folds us into its cold
I count the cracks on the pavement stones
Each one leads to a phone that never rings
The city's breathing out its final groans
And I'm waiting for the wind to bring
Evening wind passes by passing through my hands
Evening wind passes by carrying your last demands
Evening wind passes by tangling in my hair
Evening wind passes by —but you're not there
Balcony doors left half-ajar
Moonlight spills like shattered glass on the floor
Your silhouette's still burnt into the wall
But the dust has claimed it all
I fold the letter you never read
Staple it to the sky with a sigh
The stars are tangled in my thread
While the hours drag themselves to die
Evening wind passes by passing through my hands
Evening wind passes by carrying your last demands
Evening wind passes by tangling in my hair
Evening wind passes by —but you're not there
If I could bottle this breeze tonight
I'd send it back to where you are
But the wind doesn't know left from right
It just takes everything —then leaves a scar
Evening wind passes by stealing all my plans
Evening wind passes by drawing maps on empty lands
Evening wind passes by colder than your stare
Evening wind passes by —and I'm still here
Evening wind passes by
