Cities, like cats, will reveal themselves at night.
Her soul is beckoned by bright lights. Hopes hidden in her heart, and a small bag of dreams by her side.
She heard about a place to go that will end the tedium of her small town life.
A restaurant, a bar, the gossip, voices that reflect the whole World, clusters of night clubs, city vibes all reflect the excitement of the glorious big city.
Dark streets with figures strutting past glowing lamps, cats slope between parked cars. Vendors, faces wrapped in black scarves, selling dodgy wares to passers by. The big city.
City living, a balancing act of the night hawk, and the grimness of dark urban forests.
She says she’s a night hawk, she’s a child of the forest.
Her eyes eat up colors, she hears the city rhythms that are only for her.
Whoever ventures into the city, ventures into the night.
That village left behind, closed its shop.
Street lights flicker, the city wakes, the din of day-life fades to sounds of music and stark voices, the sun dips behind the tower blocks. Another night is here.
The night in her new city whispers stories of when she was not here. Many stories of dance and love, heartbreak and loss. People came with hopes, then they were lost, faded, nobody knows where they went.
She sits in her hip city home, she sees the landscape through the window that is her next new life.
Hope inspired by vivid tales of tall lives. Ambition rises, and plans are made.
The twists and turns of music and lyric make her heart bold. She walks out to survey her streets, a new map forms in her heart.
The big city — it must be all about the heart. Love, hate, cool, sly and dark, blue beats, fast guitars, rappers on stage, just like real life —yeah, just like on T.V. with flashing lights and slick hair. Gangsta! Big City.
Club noise, sweat, and rhythmic vibes. Twisting denim and dark skin. To fall in love with.
Quiet bar at five, watch an early morning sun rise, still alone. But, oh joy, what a night.
It must be about the heart.