What happened?

The sun goes down, the night rolls in , you can feel it starting all over again, the moon comes up the music calls, you're tried of starrin' at these same four walls. You're out of your' room and down on the street. Movin' through the crowd and the midnight heat. The traffic crawls, the sirens scream , You look at the faces it's just like a dream. Nobody knows where you're going , Nobody cares where you've been... Cause you belong to the city you belong to the night, livin' in a river of darkness beneath the neon lights.
Glen Frey