I saw the genes of queens and kings on her face
of peasants and mice in his place
The papers talk about murder in the city
But I've got my best shoes on
to make me feel the touch of the streets
There are women in the red
looking like they just came from the war
But all these people see is another mess abroad
another Monday in the tube
I'm hoping for the sun
to finally hit us with it's grace
Such has been the long winter this year
in this forsaken place
I could opt-out or drop in or tune out the noise
but somehow her face burns in my eyes
her face remains in my eyes
I'm obliged to continue to try my best
I have to run there's no time to rest
If not for me, then at least for her
or anyone who might come along the way
They're advertising fitness but I couldn't care less
I've always done better hanging on the fence
Now as I line up with these people of all colors
I'm beginning to think the only thing uniting us
is the grey metal of the escalators
I got my load of halogen at different schools
And now I keep going by the rules of some fools
One last time I tell myself again
I'll never open this heavy factory door
Until tomorrow comes
and I'm back on the drawing board
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