Oakland

Under neon signs
Across construction lines
Cell towers, homeless trees
Line the streets

Seventeen minutes away
A temporary stay
We're just real-estate
Overpriced, no escape

Third-floor glass-filled walls
Above the urban sprawl
Meet me in the library
Pocket poetry

Drove the ninety-two
Still, I'm a stranger to you
Oakland highway signs
Through your smokestack eyes

Oh I gave my soul to a lonesome mystery
I gave my soul to a lonesome mystery
I gave my soul to a lonesome mystery
I gave my soul to a lonesome mystery

And under neon signs
Across construction lines
Eyes flash and faces pass
Full of questions never asked



Credits
Writer(s): Leah Dunn
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