this city is built on the ashes of rats
you can grind them underfoot if you wish
thanks for the warning but I think I’ll stay
I sit back and sprawl and stare at it all
a curtain in breeze it blocks me
I turn away from the window
with its lights and its gutters the city screams and she mutters
you turn over sleeping
you’re catching light in a different way
seems I spend so much time just facing this wall
I don’t know what I suppose this wall should do
Bearclaw dreams of saints in the city waiting
Bearclaw dreams of strength
she dreams up something better
Baltimore is built on the bones of rats
you can crack them underfoot if you wish
thanks for the warning but I think I’ll just stand here
I sit back and sprawl and stare at the stars
with my hand on your back without feeling
did I stand too tall?
did I stand too firm?
did I listen to you?
did I listen to you at all?
on a night like tonight between thunder and light
North Ave is a war zone
the cops clean up when the shooting stops
on street level it’s dog-eat-dogbut on the third floor we hoped and we prayed
we prayed for something better.
did I stand too tall?
did I stand too firm?
did I listen to you?
did I listen to you at all?
Bearclaw dreams of strength in the city waning
Bearclaw dreams of saints
she dreams up something better
© rob hinkal.
written by rob hinkal – arranged by ilyAIMY.
