Shapes In The Sky - LA STRADA

The beggar king twists his story

Into glory after glory

Telling tales to strangers

Dying for category

He straggles through the city

With a burning cigarette

Opening red doors

The lucky man is dying to forget.

Red lights on broadway avenue

There’s a chalk man on the scene

It could have been a fun day

But he flew to be a king

His mind a toll booth he couldn’t pay fee

So many open doors it hurt to see

Across the burning ocean

Arabian sands are pearl white

With the dreams of the dying

Wishing their brothers to the light

Wind blows quiet when man is sleeping

Once he arises the fire burns again

An azure dusk in december

The month of the 'remember'

Overlooking pacific way

And wanting fly away

Is like a blue eve in brooklyn

By a busy intersection

Struck by a magnetic direction

That left me spinning

When there is nothing but cold dirt and sky

There’s nothing to live for but shapes in the sky

There’s an arrow across the river

Life is for the living

Are you going to stand and follow it?