Sure as Houses

How does one avoid idle talk of snow
And raising glasses to dead men
Who hadnt had much to say when their own blood flowed

Down by the water now
Down where the house you were born burnt down
Theres a wall meant to keep us out
Theres the rattle of a train gone south toward Jersey
Holding hands with the oil black sea

Its gonna keep us company
Straight through day

And you can swear on a stack of gideons
That youll never come back but the pity is
Come spring that dream will have gone to seed
And youll be holding fast to the oil black sea

I heard the Farley Bridge came down
I heard they boarded up the Jacobsen House
T heard they let Tony out
I heard another wrecked truck got found



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Writer(s): James Meakim
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