Bill Miller As Long As The Grass Will Grow
The last fall of the morning rain drips off the wino's shoes He's sleeping in a cardboard tent too drunk to know its through But the rainbow from this morning sun can't be too far behind Down his alley where the sun won't shine the blind must lead the blind Ten stories up the boy looks out his face pressed to the screen He heard the thunder rolling in it woke him from his dream And his mother's calling out to him boy get up and make your bed But that kid's a thousand miles away hasn't heard a word she said CHORUS: But as long as the grass will grow In the cracks of the sidewalk Next to the old lampposts As long as the birds will fly In the thick broken air against a highrise sky Then the morning sun will shed it's light On the city down below Inside a cab, the driver yawns, he's worked an all night shift He sets his meter one last time before he call it quits The heartbeat of the homeless still echoes in the streets They're all wrapped in coats and blankets don't have enough to eat CHORUS
