John Vanderslice Streetlights
I booked a room up on the 31st and climbed out, onto the window ledge
Walked past, out past the awning, a warm night in early September
And high above the city and all of its bad blood, the lights spreading out to the
Lake shore, what is the color, a yellowish decaying orange
It's like you dropped a chandelier in honey
And turned it on
Like a minor 6th, it's sad and hopeful mixed
That color near, it's amber dear and so it goes, on and on
I climbed back in the window and rode the glass elevator down
And walked out into the wild night, the lights oh what is the color
It's like you dropped a chandelier in honey
And turned it on
Like a minor 6th, it's sad and hopeful mixed
That color near, it's amber dear and so it goes, on and on
