The Orange Street

It's the season of frost,

the greens are all lost,

it is icy & white,

with its cold freezing bites.

Whenever I look down I see it...

the glowy old orange street.

It's the time of night,

whether in peace or in fight,

the same way it exists...

as it is the pure trusty orange street.

In the time of fall,

if you're there at all,

you are gonna see it...

as it is the good old orange street.

Sitting in room & staring outside,

my mind wanders & glides,

in every emotion I feel it...

the existance of an

orange orange street.