Standing at the Doorway

I was running, gazing at the different shades of green...
The cars pass me by, the street lamps said goodbye, and then it hit.
That flash. That scene. The orange colored street light. The car. That moment. Gone.

I came across a fallen tree
I felt the branches of it looking at me
Is this the place we used to love?
Is this the place that I've been dreaming of?

It's just that everywhere I go
All the buildings know your name
Like photographs and memories of love
Steel and granite reminders

The lights go out the same
The only difference is
you call another name