From the recording soft city
the moon is as bright as the soft city lights all rolled up in one. the secret's out. there's no getting away from the things you've done. the hiss of the cars and the lights from the bars will not fade away. the farther out you get, the less you have to say. oh, it's a faded dream. it's gone when you awake: the path you might have taken. no: it's a jaded dream. you can't find the piece you lost. watch another sunset fall. stand on a bridge, watching the flash of a passing train. someone left their sleeping bag, and it's getting wet in the rain. the moon is as bright as the soft city lights all rolled up in one. the verdit's out: the jury's hung.