Riding tracks above the ground, Flashing lights, they spin around. Under neon light, the city hums low, Casting soft shadows where I used to go. Breathe in the quiet, a calm I can’t hold, Chasing the feeling of stories that got told. And I’m lost, and I'm Lost in the evening air. Footsteps fading, No one’s there. The weight of the world feels light in my hands, Drawn to the warmth where the night began. Here on my own, the night feels so weird, Thoughts drifting around, like clouds in the sky, In the sky. In the quiet, it all feels clear, Reflections of a different year. I close my eyes, and let it in, Feel the world slowly begin to spin. Underneath the moonlight, soft and slow, Guiding me where the shadows go. Every path a gentle curve, Every turn, a lesson learned. And I’m lost in the evening air, Footsteps fading, No one’s there.