Lyrics

Under the City of Hope
Confettied in yesterdays
Scattered like dust
In a midsummer morning light
Kaleidoscope
Pouring hot like molten stone
Through somebody's old bedroom window

Here behind the blinding lights
Where concrete and steel
Reveal their true intentions
Where the wind never whispers
But rather shuffles quickly along
Hoping to go unmolested

Here where the proud and the pathetic
Come to mingle in the after-hours glow
Of places made safe from the darkness encroaching
Our hero makes his home
From bits of glass and broken bones
Found scattered in the alleys
And forgotten roads he's always known so well

Piled high
His stillborn moments
Collect on the corner
Neglected by the crews of men
Who come once every several days
To haul away the garbage

Wasted one by one
Their shadows cast a pall of gloom
Like drizzle in the summer
After seven days endurance

With all too many faceless
Nameless
Tasteless recollections
To be counted or accounted for
Too many nights of dark
And empty slumber
Our hero finds the mornings cold
With bitter frost and brittle bones

The sun is scattered (shattered glass)
Its rays not warm but burning
Like a furnace where the evidence remains
Where the founders of this world once came
To hide their crimes of passion

The walls
And the spaces between walls
And the shadows
And the sun
And our hero
Knowing nowhere to run
And the city
(Standing hopeful just beyond)
And yes, the wind
All shuffle quickly along
Hoping to go unmolested