I'm threading through the evening   it's later than I thought   a friend of mine is waiting   for cigarettes I brought      she smiles she seems so tired   so nothing is required      I reach into my pocket   some things she left behind   nothing really happens   in ways I can't define      loose talk of hearts and heads   of sleep in other beds   it's better left unsaid      she says that she is cold   I wish that I could hold      but no,   how can you hold a soul?   you just can't hold a soul   that shines like gold   she shines like gold      I will, I won't, I would   I've said more than I should      she leaves she goes uptown   she may not come back down   she may not come back down   she may not turn around   she may not make a sound   she may not come back down