Malcolm Holcombe The Mighty City
The blisterin' needles of rain
On a day like the others
Satisfaction surreal and so simple
For a moment under cover
I follow the sounds in the distance
With a feelin' sore in my feet
Breathin' believin' in sorrow
Only now can be real
Soaked to the bone by the rain
Cold and lonely again and again
That mighty city of trains
Moves closer and closer within
Plans mean nuthin' but time
And time is not human
Expectin' the mountains to fly
To my hands like a woman
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The journey of youth is a short one
No matter the sunrise and fall
Older ones speak with a shuffle
Sooner to answer my call
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