You can’t see the stars Above the city skyline But sometimes the air shines like gold Under the yellow street lights The psychotics in the park Howling up at the sky And the silent airplanes Slowly drifting by Sometimes it all seems to glow As bright as the lights From all the tvs in town But when I wake up scared In those still summer nights When the air hangs like snakes Around flashing neon signs It seems like there’s nothing Along these broken roads But blinking lights on creaking metal poles