Busy streets, tiki torches, and neon lights
Flash by in the festive night and run together.
The music and conversations emanating from bars
Drown out the waves that still crash on the shoreline.
A local band plays at a club for the Bacchanalian congregation,
And a young lady passionately kisses a stranger in the crowd.
Two girls sit on a curb, consoling one another or recovering,
While a brokenhearted man holds a drink alone at the bar.
These girls, these boys, they all feel this loneliness,
The same solitude that I feel–don’t they?