My fabled attempts to triumphnOver this godforsaken gamenInstill both a self-ignominynAnd an optimism that's to blamennAn aquaintance to allnYet a friend or foe to nonenThe track of mediocritynIs a plunge through hell for somenYesterday's timelinenWrapped around the circle on my wristnScheduled for repetitionnI'm the future's witnessnnThe heavens at night are all that's beautiful anymorennI cherish the stroll back to the stationnThe smooth jazz undertone, the glowing skyscrapersnFor the moment lives a comfot in solitudenIn the midst of blaring horns and the city pollutionnIt's dismal to realize there's a curfew tonightnInstead of watching stars, I'll have to settle for the train lightnThere's no longer refuge in this town, just the smell of smoke and boozenHis mouth was telling lies while breathing me the truthnnEcho, echo, echo, echo, echo, I can see sound