Song to the City
Wyatt Day, Gregory Copeland
Your skyline says that nobody knows their ground here
Your noontime sunset is seldom seen around here
Somewhere a ticket is torn
Somehow somebody's born
For once in their life
And the old ones sit in their windows and wait for their sons to survive
The hungry pawn shop sailors are wading through you
In search of half-night ladies they could be good to
One stays once in a while
Sometimes a lady will smile
Out of her life
Doubting her life
I might believe the comedy you might show me
If only midlife lovers were not so lonely
Love life locked in a room
Sometimes shadows at noon
Show it's alive
For the old ones sit in their windows and wait for their sons to survive
They hear the midnight melody from the window