Tom Flannery Baltimore Street
When I walk, you flyon Baltimore St
when I laugh, you cry
on Baltimore St
I'm a ghost to you
and you're a ghost to me
lead me to the things I cannot see
when I walk, you fly
on Baltimore St
I see lawyers and t-shirts and minnie balls
menus and beers and holes in the walls
I see residents sweeping the grime away
I see horses and rappers in Chevrolets
I see snipers nests and old woodsheds
I see enormous bellies and sun burned heads
I see hospitals and nurses and volunteers
I see lanterns that talk to arouse your fear
When I walk, you fly
on Baltimore St
when I laugh, you cry
on Baltimore St
I'm a ghost to you
and you're a ghost to me
lead me to the things I cannot see
on Baltimore St
I see antique shops and real estate signs
marching bands and young girl behinds
soldiers running for their lives
and a seething battalion of bored housewives
I see my grandfather's looking through the eyes of a
gun
I see the stars held back by a blood red sun
I feel my wallet lighter but I walked that mile
like to rest my head here for awhile
When I walk, you fly
on Baltimore St
when I laugh, you cry
on Baltimore St
I'm a ghost to you
and you're a ghost to me
lead me to the things I cannot see
on Baltimore St