Peter Katz Slate
On a Thursday in July
Yet another passed us by
Yet another chance to make amends
Walking ashen through the smoke
Coughing up the last of hope
A city surfaced silent and exposed
And we live like monsters
Though our fathers and mothers told us to be good
So gather up your precious things
Take the slate and wipe it clean
There’s time enough for all to be redeemed
And tell me why it boils down
To this game of chess and how
We can all be taken for the pawns?
We live like monsters
Though our fathers and mothers told us to be good
These clockwork disasters
Leave all that matters disregarded
Take the slate and wipe it clean
There’s time enough for all to be redeemed
Take the slate and wipe it clean
In this life we’ll be redeemed
Take the slate and wipe it clean
There’s time enough for all to be redeemed
Take the slate and wipe it clean
I swear to g-d we’ll be redeemed
And we live like monsters
Though our fathers and mothers told us to be good
Well it should be simple
More days of dimples
And more time to make amends
‘Cause in ways all around us
Goodness has found us
And how it becomes us in the end
