The Girl Running

I've seen the girl running,
With no shoes on her feet,
Jumping shade to shadow,
In this deafening heat.

And I hear the trains coming,
And the drunk man singing on the street,
And the fan on the ceiling, reeling me in to sleep.

And I dream silent movies,
Black and white memories I suppose,
They’re the same old stories,
But wearing in different clothes.

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So where’s the girl running,
With no shoes on her feet,
'Cause there’s no shade nor shadow,
In this deafening heat.