Lyric

Rain crawls down the alley walls tonight

Neon trembling on the wet black street

The last jazz bar shuts its tired red door

While I light another cigarette to keep from shaking

Convenience store glow at 2AM

Cheap coffee burning through my empty chest

Sirens singing somewhere far away

Like this city still remembers how to cry

Then I saw you beneath a broken sign

Hands buried deep inside a worn-out coat

Eyes like somebody who stopped sleeping years ago

But still kept walking anyway

You laughed soft through cigarette smoke

Like heartbreak had become your native tongue

And somehow in that filthy amber light

You looked more honest than the moon

We didn’t ask each other questions

Didn’t pretend we could be saved

We just stood there in the cold

Like two ghosts too tired to disappear

We’re just two wounded stray dogs

Shivering beneath the neon rain

No home to run back to

No one left to blame

Just two wounded stray dogs

Sleeping beside the train tracks tonight

Sharing what little warmth we have

Before the morning takes it all away

Garbage fires burning orange in steel drums

Your head resting lightly on my shoulder bone

And somewhere beyond the empty overpass

The sky was starting to turn blue

I know this probably won’t survive the daylight

People like us rarely do

But for tonight

Your trembling hands fit perfectly in mine

And maybe that’s enough

Maybe survival is its own kind of love

We’re just two wounded stray dogs

Breathing smoke into the freezing dawn

No promises between us

No forever written on

Just two wounded stray dogs

Watching the city wake again

And for one beautiful exhausted night

We belonged to each other

Stay…

Until the trains start moving again