She dreams at night
What else can she do
She is a little like me
And a little bit like you
Wanting things
But are never found
Not on this night
Not in this town
She peers at faces
Stares at the floor
Trying her hand
At every locked door
Some she opens
Some remain locked
Time keeps ticking
Tick tock tick tock
That open road
She still can dream
But the hour seems late
You know what she means
You know what she wants
You want it too
She is a bit like me
And a lot like you
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