Pockets

My town, empty like my pockets

I chase your shadow for a while

But I can't crack a smile

Ghost town, living in this small town

Towered by the city lights

Oh on these lonely nights.

Oh my friend it's been long

No need to pretend

You're just one step ahead

And I'm hot on your trail

But then you run, run, run from me

Your voice, muffled in a phone call

There's laughter in the background

And it's all around

So take me, take me to the concrete

Show me to the angels, the industry

Oh my friend it's been long

No need to pretend

You're just one step ahead

And I'm hot on your trail

But then you run, run, run from me