It was reflections running past the light under street corners
That left one not moving in the night for the cops and coroners
As they arrived under dark skies like a procession of mourners
Outlining the lifeless body and tracing footsteps past lobby corridors
Asking for witnesses to speak up while pushing the crowd back with orders
Shortly after that the television stations came with their video recorders
But people went home already numb from the usual neighborhood disorder.