Pittsburgh
William Richard II Fitzsimmons
Should you survive the fall
From branches we have climbed
And lost yourself in years
The ones we left behind
Should rivers run between
Your frozen heart and mine
And words we spoke so young
Were cast before our time
I'll come for you
If you want me to
Should all your sons forgive
Their fathers where they fell
And wrap them for the cold
To rest their winters well
I'll come for you
If you want me to
I'll come for you
If you want me to
Pittsburgh