down below

up on the hill where an old man died
the rains were falling
and some people cried
while in the town
far down below
just shopping around
with nowhere to go
an empty bag with yesterdays' keys
and a street walking girl
chasing her memories
romance novel in hand
telling her what she can't quite understand
she's looking for the moon but finding only pain
asking for a second chance before walking back again
her river was tired of being wet
the sun unsure
if it should set
and in the calm while lovers stolled
i saw her heat escape the cold
lose the grip it tried to hold
up on the hill where an old man died
the rains were falling
and some people cried
and in the town
far down below
just shopping around
with nowhere to go