In which our hero, who was born to write songs, tries to figure out his life with help from the interviewer.
Thursday, October 30, 2014
downtown skies
I was running through the silver rain
to my deadbeat job on the eastbound train
in this race I must remain
till I finally get my turn
till then I dream of downtown skies
skyscrapers -- how high they rise!
I shout in joy
I slap high-fives
as I watch the city burn
I was running fourteen city blocks
past victims' outlines traced in chalk
on my way to punch the clock
until I can retire
till then I dream of downtown skies
silent screams
stockholders cry
you'll see no sorrow in my eyes
when main street is on fire
I have lived too long on the edge
from now on I will plan my revenge
I was running
hiding
on the move
I was someone with something to prove
god only knows I've paid my dues
someday payday will arrive
till then I dream of downtown skies
bad excuses
alibis
I will live to see you die
if anything survives
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