Take him back to the ward.

Downtown never felt so alive
with the drunken slobs
and the screaming wives.
You know I imagined greater things here
But it's just another dream

If I could rip the stars away I'd put them in your eyes.
But this place filled with men who are asking for another
and the children are at home,
waiting for their father.
But it's just another empty day.

And when the tires screamed and the light went red
he didn't stop and he left her for dead
Went on for miles,
never looked back.
And barely looked ahead.

He wasn't sobre enough to pull over.

Polls lay across roads, wires sparking all around.
And the tears in his soul,
poured onto the ground.

It was only 5 o'clock.

Flowers across the doors and pavement.
And love letters speaking of what she meant to an old man.
How can he be sorry.
when he doesn't know his own name?