It takes a big man to cry, but it takes a bigger man to laugh at that man.

In the dark, forgotten street
Where time, like a fog, curls 'round one's feet
And the slow hum of people begins to fade
I present to myself my own accolade
Most likely to pray to the stars above
Most likely to never find one's true love
Most likely to die, alone on a street
Where time, like a fog, curls 'round one's feet