From Here - Kevin Devine

The car went quiet and dark as we crept close

The sand was plowed into piles like snow

My friend got heavy and far as we crept close

Flooded houses, destruction in rows

He’s from here

So words don’t cover it

He’s from here

So words don’t cover it

Yeah words can’t cover it

(Oh no)

Staten Island: square on the nose

Midland Beach is a nightmare, a shitshow

My best friend’s got the boot to his throat

He saved my life once

So I got him

He knows

I’m from here

Which I don’t say enough

I’m from here

Which I don’t say enough

Yeah, I don’t say enough

He had to shovel the sand like snow

He watched the water eat everything he owned

So on the gas line, he sits & smokes

Reconsidering everything he knows

We’re from here

And nothing changes that

We’re from here

And nothing changes that

We’re from here

We’re from here

We build each other back

We build each other back

We build each other back