Far Side Of The Boulevard
Far side of the boulevard, I got lost for good. Just here for the friendly fire, on the streets where my demons stood smoking kids like cigarettes, smoke and mirrors that’ll show you regrets. In this town I can always spend some time. Long time in that tired house, I set aside the good. It’s hard to tire that feeling out, driving through this neighborhood. Turn, my soul, not right or left; all turns to glory and the promise is kept. In this town you could always change my mind. Sound and furious light! Fires go not out in the dimly grey divide, this town. Long time ’fore the final days, all the prophets looked. They had a message for the modern saint, all their lives not understood. So in my own, small weekend way, you’re building something here for some other day. In this town, I will always change in time. Sound and furious light! Fires go not out in the dimly grey divide, this town.
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