The neighborhoods changing, we're all
It was here that your mother died on the cross.
Here that your father drank his divorce.
Here that your sister was burned at the stake.
And here's where the mob burned down the old place.
I've heard the old stories
Again and again. Those old muttered musings
In search of a pen.
I've heard them, I'll use them
And when I'm done --
There'll be just one ghost standing --
That's it then
Who's your mountain? Who's your sled?
Whose graffiti fills your head?
Where's the sweet, the sour smell?
The kiss of heaven, the breath of hell.
Leave the shadows, we know you're there.
We've always known, just didn't care.
Your dreams are drowning, the towels thrown in,
And you think we're all out here frowning --
Didn't you feel the dance snapping burn?
Hear the chorus of ashes that sing in the urn?
Haven't you seen the sky spitting wings --
Like rain they come down,
With exciting new things.
Take off your clothes, let your flesh kiss the wind,
Taking you out, and putting you in,
Stretching the boundaries until you begin
Embracing the laughter, the sorrow, the sin,
You'll rise up and marvel at the way it all fits --
The fierce and the mighty and the little tidbits.
Embrace it, and taste it --
Until it all quits.