my old friend sirius is riding high tonight, shining down so bright on the harbor lights. i wonder, i wonder. who are these strangers on the street, seeking out the heat with their eyes cast down, milling around. i wonder, i wonder, sometimes i wonder. there's a last boat coming in, ghosting on the wind, the moon across the bay lighting his way. i wonder, it makes me wonder. what it's like out there tonight, far from the city lights, are your dreams the same. i wonder, it makes me wonder.
-bob seger [from the album it's a mystery] |
