Lyrics

Well its true that
Second Avenue went past the former factories
Where I'd stare and
Blanketing the sidestreets
Quiet blocks had company

Now the street is so lonely
Metal stoops we'd never know

And you know that
I'm from farther north where open roads had memories
But no roads where
Colored skirts and romance dripped from cafe balconies

But broken streets tell stories
And those we knew we'd send along

Now the eerie echo
Of a steel beam far below the bedroom floor
Come remind that women wearing smiles
Left something in the cupboard drawer

What have we opened lately?
Doesn't it seem there's something more?