Grey Highway - Aaron Thompson

How can the coast always withstand the tide?

How can the sun be so lonely but shine so bright?

We came here from Brooklyn

We came to start over

A life in the gutter waiting to get wet

Though I’m a poor man

My time here is rich

I saw a bluebird on the grey highway

He was the fortunate one

As gamblers and bankers and architects

Raced against time

I watched them go by

Though I’m a blind man

I never needed my eyes

Though the light’s fading I’ve still got my mind

Through all the ages and the arches of time

All the cathedrals, their bells will ring

You might push us down

But we’ll never stop singing