Travelers
They were standing in broken doorways,
Trying to hide their faces,
Trying to hide form the chilling, chilling hand of light,
But the blue light circled back on them,
They were blinded by the light,
Another night of not getting away,
Me, I was just walking down the street,
Just trying to kill some time,
"Not me sir, I'm just trying to find something to eat,
While I'm here I'm taking in the sights",
At 17th and Mission, there is just one distinction,
They'll tell you anything you want to hear at half the price,
Another stranded traveller,
She knew she was travelling nowhere,
But now she's getting restless waiting on the side,
At first I turned away and didn't want to hear,
Didn't want to believe she was alive,
But somewhere under the nicotine was a voice,
It almost sounded sweet,
But the words were "Half and half for $25"
They come here almost every day,
They come from all around the bay,
Trying to fill a void inside with fragments of broken glass,
Laughter trapped in silence,
Laughter sounds like violence,
At times the sound is deafening, deafening,
But I had to walk away,
I convinced myself I was above it,
Three AM and I start to feel annoyed,
Like the show around Christmas time I watched when I was a kid,
With an island inhabited by broken toys
Viajeros
Estaban parados en portales rotos,
Tratando de ocultar sus rostros,
Tratando de esconderse de la helada, helada mano de la luz,
Pero la luz azul volvía hacia ellos,
Quedaron cegados por la luz,
Otra noche sin poder escapar,
Yo, solo caminaba por la calle,
Tratando de matar el tiempo,
'No yo señor, solo intento encontrar algo para comer,
Mientras estoy aquí, disfruto de las vistas',
En la calle 17 y Mission, hay una sola distinción,
Te dirán lo que quieras escuchar a mitad de precio,
Otro viajero varado,
Sabía que no estaba yendo a ningún lado,
Pero ahora se impacienta esperando al costado,
Al principio me di la vuelta y no quise escuchar,
No quería creer que estaba viva,
Pero debajo del nicotina había una voz,
Casi sonaba dulce,
Pero las palabras eran 'Mitad y mitad por $25',
Vienen aquí casi todos los días,
Vienen de todas partes de la bahía,
Intentando llenar un vacío con fragmentos de vidrio roto,
La risa atrapada en silencio,
La risa suena a violencia,
A veces el sonido es ensordecedor, ensordecedor,
Pero tuve que alejarme,
Me convencí de que estaba por encima de eso,
Son las tres de la mañana y comienzo a sentirme molesto,
Como el espectáculo alrededor de Navidad que veía cuando era niño,
Con una isla habitada por juguetes rotos