her brow pensive her knees away i stand beside her but i look straight ahead and dissolve before the night began on herring street a book from school kept me wandering this may take a while i might never see this through and they said that chapter four repeats itself along with three so far where are you tonight it s crowded at the sokol club and tonight will be the same i want her walk to scream her confidence above me i try to hide my thoughts and i stare blankly through her face this seems so senseless she sees me breathing my hands are crippled clay this could have been different i hear myself saying again again again i break it to a crowd of people i don t know which ones to trust do you 