No Fixed Address

Taxi lights flickering in patterns at my feet.
Left the invitation somewhere underneath the stairs.
I don't need a destination when the night is everywhere.
Every window throws a scene I'll never see again.
Strangers trading silhouettes beneath the passing trains.
No explanations, nothing here to prove.
I like the way the world looks better when it moves,
And I can feel the pressure disappear.
Every sound is pulling me in,