A blanket of light shining down on the road,
Lighting a path for my bike and its load,

Through urban hi-rises and suburban sprawl,
Where houses and cars are the biggest of all,

Stations are empty once rush-hour's ended,
Unoccupied stairs where people once descended,

To take up their seats on an underground train,
Always on schedule, even in rain,

Out in downtown all the storefronts are closed,
Where shoppers next morning will come to buy clothes,

All of the town is deserted and dark,
Wildlife is stirring in nearby parks,

Raccoons and rodents and owls a' hooting,
Sleep in the daytime when car horns a' tooting,

I've seen my city in spring, summer, fall,
But now in the winter there's no one at all,

Who ventures beyond their mahogany doors,
For fear of losing their way in the cold,

However, one rider is out in the night,
Guided only by a blanket of light...