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The street lies dark
and sergeant O'Neil
is on night patrol
both hands on the wheel
The drunks and the thieves
He knows them by name
and it weighs on his heart
to see what they became
Every night is the same
Nothing ever changes
but the season
Big dreams
laid to rest
in dark places
Big dreams
trapped in
windowless spaces
Big dreams
Smiles gone
from the faces
of those
who stayed behind
Father Mulholland
looks at the crowd
Five lonely souls
all with heads bowed
His sermons once flowed
with drive and conviction
now all he can muster
is drab repetition
Every Sunday is the same
Nothing ever changes
but the season
Big dreams
laid to rest
in dark places
Big dreams
trapped in
windowless spaces
Big dreams
Smiles gone
from the faces
of those
who stayed behind
The excitement of youth
The thrill of the stranger
The great unknown
The sweet edge of danger
They fade over time
To tired resignation
To stay was a choice
is their pale justification
Big dreams
laid to rest
in dark places
Big dreams
trapped in
windowless spaces
Big dreams
Smiles gone
from the faces
of those
who stayed behind
Sally O’Brien
pulls one more beer
As it fills it reminds her
Of malt soaked tears
The drunks tell her stories
She's heard them all before
Their whole lives determined
By where they come from
Every Friday night is the same
Nothing ever changes
but the season
Big dreams
laid to rest
in dark places
Big dreams
trapped in
windowless spaces
Big dreams
Smiles gone
from the faces
of those
who stayed behind
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