• Just a small town girl
    Living in a lonely world
    She took a midnight train going anywhere
    Just a city boy
    Born and raised in South Detroit
    He took a midnight train going anywhere

    Alison was a sixteen year old girl. She lived in a small town with only about five-hundred people in it. Her parents were always gone, never around to talk to her about what was going on in life. They we’re never around to help her with her problems. She had no friends, because she wasn’t exactly a social butterfly. Most of her peers found her to shy to hang around. She was a bit underdeveloped, so the boys never looked at her. She had no one to talk to. She was all alone. One night, when both of her parents were out she decided to go to run away and start anew, maybe find some friends or even a boy. She packed her bags with some clothing, which was about everything she had since she was pretty poor. Then, she left her house and walked down to the train station. When she made it to the train station she sat down on a bench next to a boy around her age who also had his bags packed.

    David lived in a small apartment with his mother on the mean streets of Detroit. He always kept a pocket knife on him to try and keep him self safe. His mother was physically abusive to him when she was very angry. He had been with many girls in his short seventeen years and had many friends. He had never had a true friend. He had never had a real friend who he could talk to about everything and anything. One night he came home to find his mother had drunken herself to sleep on the couch. He walked past her and went to his room. There he grabbed his book bag and started packed his clothes and some food. He then took a taxi to the train station. He sat down on the bench of the train station and shortly after a girl around his age sat down beside him.

    She was lovely. She had light, curly, red hair, small light brown freckles all over her cheeks and nose and chocolate brown eyes. She was pale and had light pink lips. Alison tried not to stare at David. He was beautiful. He had black scruffy hair and dark brown eyes. His skin was black and he had elegant cheekbones. Finally, the train came and they both got on. Once again they found themselves together, this time in a cramped compartment. Alison bit her lip and sat down in front of David. David held out his hand to her.

    “Hello, where you headed?” He asked kindly, noticing her shyness. Alison took his hand gently.

    “N-not very sure….Just had to get away…” She had a sweet small voice that dripped with sugary honey. David smiled to her. “Same here.” Alison smiled back to him. After a bit they we’re talking like they had known each other for years. After a few stops they both got off the train. They walked down a few blocks before they found a tiny dark place that looked like it was closed. Alison was having second thoughts about going inside, but David grabbed her hand and led her inside the beaded doorway.

    A singer in a smoky room
    The smell of wine and cheap perfume
    A smile that will last the night
    It goes on and on and on and on and

    Once inside Alison covered her mouth and coughed heavily. The room was filled with the smell of cigarette smoke, perfume and wine. David didn’t mind the smell and took the hand Alison wasn’t using to cover her mouth. He led her through another beaded doorway into a lightly lit room. A woman with long hair with many knots in it sat in the middle of the room on a stool. She held a guitar with pins and flowers all over the arm strap. She strummed the guitar lightly and sang a smooth tune. Many of the people around her, standing and sitting hummed along. Alison forgot about the smell, put one arm around David’s shoulder and another clung to his arm. She laid her head on his shoulder and hummed along. David placed an arm around Alison’s waist and they swayed together, both humming.

    Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
    Their shadows searching for the night
    Streetlights people, living just to find emotion
    Hiding, somewhere in the night

    After about an hour Alison and David left the building out into the dark. They walked down the sidewalk. There we’re drug dealers and criminals in every nook and cranny of the streets. Alison clung to David. She was not used to the street-life. Luckily, David was used to it. He held onto the knife inside his pocket and quietly walked down the sidewalk. Then, out of no where someone grabbed Alison by the shoulder and ordered her to give him her money. David gave him a punch in the nose which sent him down to the ground. When he arose David and Alison had already run and the man had a trail of blood seeping from a broken nose. David led the shaken Alison to a bench. He held her there for a minute. Then, he stood up and led Alison down the street. Alison was still a bit scared from the latest incident, but she followed. David took her to an apartment building that said it had a vacancy on a sign on the front. David led her up the steps into the vacant apartment and sat her on a moth-bitten bed. “Stay here,” he said to her sternly. “I will be back for you tomorrow…” Alison nodded fearfully. David smiled lightly and placed a finger under her chin. He brought her face up to his and kissed her before leaving.

    Working hard to get my fill
    Everybody wants a thrill
    Paying anything to roll the dice
    Just one more time
    Some will win, some will lose
    Some we’re born to sing the blues
    Oh, the movie never ends
    It goes on and on and on and on

    David walked down the street to a black-hooded man. “I need a I.D,” He said to the man sternly “and I need it now.” The man raised an eyebrow at the boy before him.

    “It’ll cost you, kid…” David shook his head. “I don’t care!” He pulled out at least one hundred and fifty dollars from his pocket. That was all he had. The man took the money and led him to a building. He took him inside and took a picture of him in a dimly lit hallway. He then got on his laptop that was in the corner of the room and made the long painstaking process of making a fake I.D., but when it was done he handed it to David. David took the I.D and left. He walked down the street and pulled his knife on a random man who gave his money to him in a heartbeat, while begging to keep his life. David the went down to the casino. He showed the bouncer his fake and was let inside. Immediately he hit the Craps table. He won thirty dollars and lost fifteen. He then left the casino with his money in one hand and knife in the other, both hands in his pockets. He walked slowly with his head down and sang a bit of a made up song. Then an old man looked at him and called him over. David walked up to the man. The man picked up a guitar and began strumming a familiar tune.

    “C’mon son, sing…” The man said gruffly to the boy. David began to sing along with the guitar and soon people we’re dropping dollars into the guitar case. David watched this, shocked. When he finished the song the man handed him a generous amount of money and David went back to the apartment. The sun was just coming up.

    Strangers waiting, up and down the boulevard
    Their shadows searching in the night
    Streetlights people, living just to find emotion
    Hiding, somewhere in the night

    He grabbed Alison and their day began. It was rough that day like it would be for a long time. Alison began painting on the streets and David sang the blues. Each day was hard to keep the money coming in, but they both knew that as long as they kept dreaming and didn’t stop believing in their dreams then anything could happen.

    Don't stop believing
    Hold on to the feeling
    Streetlights people