Dreaming in Indigo

Hey Hey Philadelphia
Won't you ring that liberty bell?
The ghost of William Penn is playing chess with the truth
Haunted by that Lenape yell

A bed of stone and a sleeping bag
And a pillow made out of clothes
Get a wake up call each morning
From a gunman with blue pants and a blue coat

I take the Market Frankford line to the bad lands
Oh Lehigh avenue!
I can hear Spanish girls singing
Acappella ghetto blues

I started humming along
It could have been the 37th day of July
I haven't seen a calendar in weeks, oh my
But its warm, so it must be summertime

Oh the lights on boathouse row
Dreaming in indigo

Hey Hey Sophia
How long has it been?
I have been knocking on your door
Won't you let me in?

Watching people on their way to work
They look at me the way I am looking at them
We both pity each other
Relativity is the king in the end

I've been walking in Fairmount park
Playing footsy and holding hands with the divine
She freestyles in poetry
I write down her words sometimes

We were writing a ballad
It could have been 37 o clock at night
I haven't seen a clock in months, oh my
But it's dark so it must be nighttime

When I close my eyes, a neon light in the letters of your name glows
Dreaming in indigo

Hey Hey stranger
Don't mean to bother you sir
Can you tell me what day it is?
It is September 23rd

Winter will be coming soon
Better follow the birds
Bought a tent, some new shoes, a flower for Sophia
Now I am walking with her

Took the Appalachian trail down
Hitchhiking when we could
We stopped for a week in Shenandoah
Hit the blue ridge highway for a ride out of the woods

The driver starting humming along
We could have been anywhere, some new frontier
I haven't seen a map in years, oh dear
But its bright, so we must be here

You can hear the weeping willow
Dreaming in indigo