Matthew Ryan
Lights Of The Commodore Barry
I saw the lights of the Commodore Barry
From the deck of the ghost of the flower street ferry
And I felt the shock of an atom bomb
When the tired old city of Chester
Was draped and dying in my arms
For a while I was lost under the weight of remembering
Of how the sun would warmthe projects some mornings
When the birds were falling like winter's frozen rain
And I was all fingers numb holding a brown paper lunch
Twelve years old and already ashamed
Now soon I was floating over Highland Avenue
By my side was the Red Cross, the Pope and the President too
Yeah I had returned like I swore I would
To right some wrongs and sing my song
And share the luck that every man should
But when the fever broke and I awoke from the dream
I was passed out beside a jukebox siphoning gasoline
When my brother yanked me hard from the corner bar
And carried my drunk bones all the way home
draped and heavy in his arms
From Letras Mania