The Streetlight Burns

It was a Friday night, much noisier than most.
The streetlight near my window shone like a halogen ghost
What with all the shouting I couldn’t get to sleep,
And looking from my window saw a drunk fall off his feet

The streetlight burns
The streetlight burns
The streetlight burns ah.

One November night, by my streetlight’s glow
A couple talking in a car, that’s been rocking to and ‘fro.
An argument begins and she slams the door on him,
Says: ‘It’s either her or me I’m not the object of your whim.’

The streetlight burns
The streetlight burns
The streetlight burns ah.

Another streetlight conversation on the edge of day
Two joggers dressed for running, walking on their way.
One says to the other: ‘Are you feeling fitter yet?’
There’s nothing like the pure life, now pass me a cigarette.’

The streetlight burns
The streetlight burns
The streetlight burns ah.

It burns on and on and on and on and on
It burns on and on and on and on and on
It all goes on and on and on and on and on
It all goes on and on and on and on and on
The streetlight burns
The streetlight burns, ah
The streetlight burns
The streetlight burns

©Stephen Baker 2001
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