A Work In Progress

I step out into the moonlight and stare into this stagnant sky,
And breathing in cold I can't help but wonder why,
That the stars in Hollywood may be different but the movie's the same,
And I'm ridding this track on one big run away train,
And I'm longing for the gloaming that I know will never come again,
So I'll keep watching this movie and trying to remember how it began