IN PASSING (A.Borland)

These yellow lights are not enough
To illuminate this night
These streets all have a hollow ring
Sounding down inside
This town got our wild years
Now it's quiet here, and still
What good is life without the few
Who lived it to the full?

This yellow glow
Is gonna show me home
Down rivers made of stone
But if you miss old friends tonight
Then you are not alone