Follow The Sun

The lady was on her way
Looking for Cranston street 
She had been walking all day
She said hun
I follow the sun 
I told her to head South
She smiled at me with
No more teeth left in her mouth
Red sweat pants
Blue Flip flops and no socks
A dirty coat with no designer tags
Walking at an impossible speed
No backpack and no bags
I guess it was a while
Since she had last geared up
She said hun
I follow the sun
I looked down at the
frozen toes in her feet
But just as quickly as she came
she was gone and on the way
To another party and play
Looking for Cranston street 
I guess we all have our ways
To make our hearts bleed