8th and Alvarado
I thought I heard bells
McArthur's Park was melting in the dark
But so was everything else
Laid out cold at midnight
Flown like a kite
Hiding in the shadows of love
And searching for night
Uptown, lost and found
Nothing left to find
Because I know that I'm not looking,
Then I know that I'm not blind
I'm not looking for an answer
I'm not looking for a sign
"C'mon," she said, "Let's take a look around
Because I want to see what's mine."
I can walk away anytime.