Reckless and Wicked
Up on the fire escape
The waning moon wakes
The city’s ghosts used to eat me alive
Now I walk alongside them, haunting the night
A broken shoe tied near a tree
The bushes, they rattled as I set it free
Bending and shifting the midnight winds blow
The 12 degrees freeze all of my toes
Me and my shoe and the trees and the stars
We are one spirit on our way to Mars
We sing and we dance and we cry all at once
Enlightened, the reckless and wicked have won