We were walking downtown, my favorite part of town.
Through the night we were waiting for a sign,
maybe rendered in the darkened sky.
Drawn by imaginary lines connecting radiant points of light.
You showed up with your hair down and I might not sleep tonight.
Lift your gaze from the pavement,
from the streets that we've crossed a thousand times before.
Dry your eyes there are birds singing on lampposts
they don't know what all your crying is for.
I'm sure that I've never seen Christmas-lights this bright before.
© 2003 Militia
What are your christian thoughts about Walking Downtown by Copeland ?