Benson Street

Glow of the street lamps, shadows of tree limbs
Bungalows creaking, tucked in for the night
Smell the crepe myrtles, cicadas are singing
Nothing has changed, nothing feel right
Hear the crunch of the gravel under my feet
As I walk down Benson Street

Life goes on living, but something is missing
No light in your window no car in your drive
Your porch swing is rocking, though empty, forgotten
Your neighbors are laughing as they pass by
If they look my way, our eyes won’t meet
As I walk down Benson Street

The silence between us keeps calling me back here
If I knocked on your front door, what would I say?
Can I tell you I miss you when I still can’t be with you?
Should I work up the courage, or just walk away?
I long to see you, but it’s not what I need
So I walk down Benson Street.

I’d give anything to see you
But it’s not what we need
So I’ll walk down Benson Street