A Mighty City - Malcolm Holcombe

the blisterin' needles of rain

on a day like the others

satisfaction surreal and so simple

for a moment under cover

i follow the sounds in the distance

with a feelin' sore in my feet

breathin' believin' in sorrow

only now can be real

soaked to the bone by the rain

cold and lonely again and again

that mighty city of trains

moves closer and closer within

plans mean nuthin' but time

and time is not human

expectin' the mountains to fly

to my hands like a woman

the journey of youth is a short one

no matter the sunrise and fall

older ones speak with a shuffle

sooner to answer my call.

c.2010 gypsyeyes music, BMI

malcolm holcombe