On Every Street

There's gotta be a record of you someplace,

You gotta be on somebody's books

The lowdown picture of your face

Your injured looks

The secret and profane

The pleasure and the pain

Somewhere your fingerprints remain concrete

And it's your face I'm looking for on every street

"Lani, where are you? I know you're here, Lani. Come out!"

I don't know what I was trying to prove in my search. Everyone knew he was dead; everyone accepted that and moved on, but not me. I felt I had something to prove, something to close. I needed to apologize, to make things right again.

Lady-killer, regulation tattoo,

Silver spurs on his heels

Says what can I tell you cause I'm standing next to you

She threw herself under my wheels

Oh it's a dangerous road

And a hazardous load

And the fireworks over liberty explode in the heat

And it's your face I'm looking for on every street.

I couldn't let him slip through my fingers like sand. I had given everything to him, bared my soul, and then let him go. The extreme guilt and mental torture was going to slowly eat me alive.

My search started on the fourth of July, ironically, his "birthday". I was watching the fireworks with Ellen and Cooper when one drifted up, spiralling, like an angel. It hit me then, Lani is here with us tonight. Lani wants me to find him.

And so my search began. I sat near the pier late into the night, staring down into the murky water, calling his name.

"Lani, I'm sorry! I'm sorry for escaping, I'm sorry for saying I hated you, I love you! I love you, Lani. I'm sorry for asking so many questions, forgive me, come back!"

Three-chord symphony crashes into space

The moon is hanging upside down

I don't know why it is I'm still on the case

It's a ravenous town

You still refuse to be traced

Seems to me such a waste

Every victory has a taste that's bittersweet

And it's your face I'm looking for on every street

I don't know why I'm searching for someone who is, logically, dead. I just feel drawn, like I need to. I don't know what I would do if I found him. I'd probably run away with him, protect him from things he thought he didn't need to be protected from.

"Lani? Ollee ollee oxen free, I don't want to play this game anymore, come out or I'm going home."

I pause a few moments before leaving as if I expect him to pop up, grinning, "Gotcha, Claire!" wrapping his arms around my shoulders and twirling me around. He doesn't, of course, and I give my search up for the night, slowly walking towards home.