Nearing the precipiceCliff of changeGiven to some weeks agoLong familiar wooden benchFriday night streetsShiraz, Shiraz, Shiraz
Saluted by a strangerAnother solitary manWalking homeBag of dinner holds his handBottle of wine for companyTwo makes a party
The flauntly dressed confidently strutDrunken girl sobsHer bottle of spirit clashes the cementIts liquid spills to the gutterCrackhead takes my change
Sirens wail echo city wallsBlue lights reflect windowsEngines rev brakes squeal
And a familiar face walks byAll on Princess May Road