The city sleeps disturbed
In boots filled with lead
A dimension of beauty
Mobilised within my head
And on this endless parade –
Sunset Park to Rose Hill
Gas stations as churches –
Holy fuel forever spilled
You make me lose my head
And dream of what might be
You sculpt and tumble me
As the rain transcends
Tease the tension out
Flip the script around –
Autodidact
Teach me one thing
There’s nothing more I can do
Than dream of what might be
Praise be to the gods of the east
That bow down in front of me
And on this endless parade –
Sunset Park to Rose Hill
Gas stations as churches –
Holy fuel forever spilled
