As Long As The Grass Will Grow - Bill Miller

The last fall of the morning rain

Drips off the wino's shoes

He's sleeping in a cardboard

Tent too drunk to know it's through

But the rainbow from this

Morning sun can't be too far behind

Down his alley where

The sun won't shine

The blind must lead the blind

Ten stories up the boy looks

Out his face pressed to the screen

He heard the thunder rolling in

It woke him from his dream

And his mother's calling out

To him boy get up and make your bed

But that kid's a thousand

Miles away hasn't heard a word she said

But as long as the grass will grow

In the cracks of the sidewalk

Next to the old lampposts

As long as the birds will fly

In the thick broken air against a highrise sky

Then the morning sun will shed it's light

On the city down below

Then the morning sun will shed it's light

On the city down below

Inside a cab the driver yawns

He's worked an all night shift

He sets his meter one last time

Before he call it quits

The heartbeat of the homeless

Still echoes in the streets

They're all wrapped in coats

And blankets don't have enough to eat

But as long as the grass will grow

In the cracks of the sidewalk

Next to the old lampposts

As long as the birds will fly

In the thick broken air against a highrise sky

Then the morning sun will shed it's light

On the city down below

Then the morning sun will shed it's light

On the city down below