same old way

I walk on my own in the evening.

On these same old streets, decorated with pitter-pattered footsteps.

My plan to escape the wrong.

Yet, I can still sense you, through the cardinal’s song.

It stole my attention I admit. The beauty of your song, I can never quit-

Are you asking me to backtrack?

Do you want me to sing back?

With a bump of my shoulder, my head begins to sway-

As I find myself missing you, that same old way.