Outsiders

The only ones that I remember, the outsiders

They called me on a winter day

And told me they just had been wandering, the outsiders

And came in for a change.

Once we had the right

To spend the days and fight (find?)

Showing photographs, now

We will need another train.

Once we were the night

And watched in black and white

Showing hurricanes, now

We will creep across the street.

And all of our thoughts in the water, the outsiders

Are lost in the ignorance

And all the seasons always changing, for the outsiders

It all remains unchanged.