In the light a glitch
And the ground that shakes
Like a sing I missed
A sound
In the dark I wish
That I could be a kind of witch
Who would know which way to pick
When you go
Just the other day
On the bus
I missed a step
I was embarrassed and gawky
Being whit
Others
But I go out again
And my street has no end
Where there's no sign
There's no way
So I pass
In secret a snitch
Makes something soft itch
An invisible twitch
A hide
