Walking

Walking down this sidewalk gently, as I have done before

Passing all the street lights, and looking at the doors

The moon is shining down, from above the sky

So beautiful that I might cry

I'm seeing nothing that I haven't seen before

And I think that there is more

No need for the directions, I know just where to go

And although my visions hazy, I still think that I know

That all is beautiful, even in the night

And I see the stars are shining bright