I stood on a hill

Over the city

A gravel path reached

For my dreams

I wanted to imagine

I wanted to hide.

I sat on a bench

In the twilight

Waiting for her

Seeing the headlights

Wondering who was inside

I wanted to shout

I wanted to hide.

I stood on the rail

In the cold of winter

Held on to the lamppost

Slippery gloves

I wanted to know

I wanted to hide.