Late-night shelter Roof-top pool light Shoe, cross canvas of glass and tenfold Worn-out rugs And wooden faces Blue vest let down among the traces In this drag, where I roam New, feels like home Watch it all from 21 st floor, As a flash goes cross the sky And I, walk out the threshold, Rising through This white empty ghostly room It's just another start In this trail, where I roam New, feels like home