Ryan Matthew Lights Of The Commodore Barry
I saw the lights of the Commodore Barry From the deck of the ghost of the flower street ferry And I felt the shock of an atom bomb When the tired old city of Chester Was draped and dying in my arms For a while I was lost under the weight of remembering Of how the sun would warmthe projects some mornings When the birds were falling like winter's frozen rain And I was all fingers numb holding a brown paper lunch Twelve years old and already ashamed Now soon I was floating over Highland Avenue By my side was the Red Cross, the Pope and the President too Yeah I had returned like I swore I would To right some wrongs and sing my song And share the luck that every man should But when the fever broke and I awoke from the dream I was passed out beside a jukebox siphoning gasoline When my brother yanked me hard from the corner bar And carried my drunk bones all the way home draped and heavy in his arms