I hear the ticking of the clock

_ my (still) life

They walked along by the old canal
A little confused, I remember well
And stopped into a river front hotel         
with a neon burnin' bright.              
He [she] felt the heat of the night        
Moving down with a simple twist of fate.    

A saxophone someplace softly played
As she was walkin' on by the arcade.
She heard a melody rise and fade
and the sun was coming up,
She dropped a coin into the cup
of a blind man at the gate
And forgot about that simple twist of fate.
He hears the ticking of the clocks
hunts for her through the city blocks  ...  

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