City People

City people down the street

Dressed in black, dressed in black

And foreheads weep under the burning sun

Smiles rising as they come outForeheads weep under the pointing time

Smiles rising as they come out the buildings

For the winters tight laid dream

And I play dream, city people dressed in blackWalking down with lonely faces, show me how

My life embraces me under the sun, under the sun

And guide me to other places

That all the places, all the places feel like memoryI'm walking randomly kicking verses that start where I see

I write and talk checking the sky and the height of

People in a black suit, people walking down the street

They seem to notice me riding high on my dreams