Today in this pseudo-social society our presence is as meaningful as a paper airplane
Words are still important to some, pictures more important to others
the self; most important to most
Can you see the sky? Can you feel the morning?
Are you called by something greater
Are you in New York City? Are you in the ground?
I thank the Lord for the people I have found
If I was in Spanish Harlem I'd still smile unbelongingly
Some hobos drown
Some loiters leave
I'd drive all the way to Staten Island
to receive the light in my eyes and find
Living in the city gets so small
There's nothing more to do to love my animals
But their affection is the same for their food bowl
If I played the game of thrones, I'd be John Snow.
Words are still important to some, pictures more important to others
the self; most important to most
Can you see the sky? Can you feel the morning?
Are you called by something greater
Are you in New York City? Are you in the ground?
I thank the Lord for the people I have found
If I was in Spanish Harlem I'd still smile unbelongingly
Some hobos drown
Some loiters leave
I'd drive all the way to Staten Island
to receive the light in my eyes and find
Living in the city gets so small
There's nothing more to do to love my animals
But their affection is the same for their food bowl
If I played the game of thrones, I'd be John Snow.
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