Craig McPherson

We're genuinely frozen

The sidewalks cracked and our people don't look so good

On my street are fences are so tall

There's not much hope anymore left for the neighborhood

I've been away

I've seen other cities

Where the bus runs all night long

I'm tired of walking

I just want to get out from under these

Broken dreams outside

And slip out from under these broken dreams outside

You slip out from under these broken dreams outside

Somewhere arrived over the skyline and out past the city lights Over the bridge you can't look at the riverfront There's a built-down farm where my mother was born

She said that they were only ever young with an open conscience and their whole lives ahead of them spelled out with the truth, truth and a golden card.

You, oh, well the mystery of the dark and the falling of the night

genuinely frozen by the fear of growing older and picking out the colors of these broken dreams outside

and slipping out from under these broken dreams outside

I'm going'm I'm

I'm

I'm

I'm

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