Around the corner,
There’s a place
Streetlights don’t shine,
The cars won’t turn,
And the house lights stay off.
Walking around the corner alone,
You can hear nothing
But your own footsteps,
Or someone else’s.
It’s peaceful. Looking behind you
Every sound that you hear.
But you are alone.
You can see nothing
But the darkness ahead of you,
And that, over there,
Behind that tree.
The tree that curves up so strangely.
And we keep walking,
Glancing every now and then,
But there can’t possibly be anything else
Around the corner.