Waking Up Young Again

In the nightclub
The music hurts.
Your head’s a bell
Ringing through hell.

You’re twenty two.
You’ve got nothing
Better to do.
When you step out,

Somewhere near dawn,
The town’s a bell
Itself you’re in
With no one else.

The streets are sweet
With summer rain,
Slick on the steps
Down to the train.