All hail the new day all hail the night all hail your gone face as it moves out of site, bid it so long. Not yet a wet week not been a day not yet an hours passed or a minutes away and it feels so long.
There’s millions of books and of children but you cant call them your own you throw them out the windows of Brooklyn and you give out yards when there gone. And I don’t think the store it is open but I’ll go out anyway the scenery here is choking on the ghosts that remain. And when I look up to the buildings when they look down to me hey buildings why are we filled up with these things we don’t need and if you find my remains on the sidewalk know I suffered none and you can sign my casket if you wake up in time and then come.
And this constant changing in courses the cabbie all he does is boast the calendars fading it’s from 1987 and there’s garbage where there should be road and should there be road and….
After the night I saw the morning and after the morning I saw the day.
And I wish I’d taken time to tell you I loved yo more than you knew and I see your face everywhere an eternal image of truth.
This constant changing of war suits the documents still in your coat some dumb arrangement an official statement and we’re strangers to all that we knew.
And after the night I saw the morning and after the morning I saw the day.
And I know we’re just one of the millions and I know we’ve yet to realize but if the city has lost all it’s feeling so have I.