There was no connecting my actions with wordsnIn the bright sunlight, the movement of birdsnThe car ride home, was blinded againnThe light would not focus the light would not bendnThere's no use calling I know what you'd saynOver and over it ended todaynWorlds lost their meaning and could not explainnWhy the subject was always just out of framennI was sixteennI lived on Hazel StreetnProtect me from the scenenAnd guide me with your heatnnIce forms in sheetsnThere melting in the street