INSIDE THE TIMES
A RIDE HOME IN NYC SUBWAY
https://www.reverbnation.com/kaynemusic/song/33653256-insidethetimesWhen I think about the long trip home and the sunset in her eyes
The trees that turned to amber as the railroad tracks unwind
And the pink faced pervs in their business suit scurrying like flies
To the man who sells the magazines they hide Inside the times
As they clutch their dirty paper and give another one the look
The times writes about a rapist and another political crook
And the sunset once so beautiful is now blocked by billboard signs
As their heads retracted like turtles as they hide Inside the times
As I’m pressed against the sweating flesh of bodies and perfumes
Gasping for what little air that smells of opened wounds
And the Sunset once so beautiful is now blocked dirt and grime
Concealing all their secrets that they hide Inside the times
Now I take this a ride through city lights Thru tunnels made of clay
A depressing press of people made dirty from their day
Sunset once so beautiful now blocked political signs
Keeping all the secrets that they hide inside the times
When I think about the long trip home
and the sunset in her eyes
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