Cold as Concrete

(song lyric)

I can see it there in the sweep of stars

In a press of waves, in a line of cars

In the grain of wood beneath my beer on the bar

In the eyes of the girls with their hands on their hips

And four-letter words sleeping on the pillows of their lips

I can hear it there in the tousling weeds

In the window fan’s electric breeze

In the pots and pans in the kitchen sink

And it makes me wanna get another drink

From the gaunt-faced girl with the neon nails, behind the bar

I can feel it there just like a favourite pen

Like a boomerang comin back again

In a midnight choir singin round a fire

In a perfect song on the radio

And it puts me in the mood for a tail-gate party at a Grateful Dead show

I can taste it there in the whiskey’s finish:

In the sweat between her breasts 

In the clover flower down in the pocket park

In an ice cream cone from a three-wheeled cart

And now there’s a man holding up a sign in the boulevard of my heart

It was not so very long ago

I stood on a bridge lookin down below

The thoughts in my head were doin me in

Saw myself jump and I almost did

But then I made my way down to the road and stuck out my thumb

Wound up in a cosmopolitan city

Where the lights were bright and the people were pretty

And then I saw the folks on the subway grates

With their paper cups and their hapless fates

And it made me pine for the future of a world I did not know

Eventually I made my way back home

aka the place where I was born

Nothing had changed because it never really does

So, I did some shrooms and caught a good strong buzz

And I swear to god, if god exists, that it made me feel a little less alone

When the world seems cold as concrete

When the world seems cold as concrete

Nature will provide

Nature will provide