Love travels on
Bicycle wheels
Down Angell street and
The architecture frowns as if somehow
You didn't belong here
And as you pass
Beside the house where you were born
It just stares you down
And you realize you’re on your own
And you roll on
The shadows grow
Taller than the trees
It's getting late
And deep inside your heart you know
That only evil things
Come to those who
Wait