Brent Kirby Southside Standing
clock hands held up in some nine to five jail
yea I busted out simple,
not a moment too soon
out the door felt the heat of the sun
in the breath of the afternoon
down the street where we said we’d meet
past them sidewalk cafes and the deal going down
looking forward to some dream realized
in this heartbreak of a town...
I’ll be on the South Side Standing
wearing black and blue
I’ll be on the South Side Standing
just waiting for you
light changed like some plot rearranged
i snapped outta trance and all this time had passed
I always fall for these kind of things
but this one will be my last
day grew night and the neon burned bright
all this hustling and bustling starting to fade
heard your voice sound just like a machine
there’s just one thing I gotta say!
I was on the South Side Standing
just looking like a fool
If we could just count hellos and goodbyes,
how many scenes been played
just one corner in this big old world
it means everything today
reflection’s tired in some busted up glass
I hardly look my well worn years
kinda broken but somehow still scheming
sun shines like chandeliers,
somewhere!
Finally found it true
