Neighborhoods

Oh town of five by seven squares
All nestled in between
The mountains high on either side
And the fields of brown and green
Well I don't have strength for poetry
Or nicety I fear
So from my soul I sing to you
That you might lend an ear
That you might lend an ear

I am just a stranger here
Nobody knows my face
I used to be a somebody
But I wandered far from grace
I can't ask more than sympathy
And peaceful place to rest
For I have wandered many miles
With a poison in my chest
With a poison in my chest

You think you know a thing or two
Bout how to get along
And yes, it is one thing or two
You know that isn't wrong
Well I've spent time with visionaries
And charlatans the same
But it never was quite clear to me
Which finger was to blame
Which finger was to blame

My days are little neighborhoods
Where different people live
Never two to intertwine and not a damn to give
For anyone or anything outside of what they know
My days are little neighborhoods
And in between I go

Oh town of five by seven squares
All nestled in between
The mountains high on either side
And the fields of brown and green
Well I don't have strength for poetry
Or nicety I fear
But from my soul I sing to you
That you might lend an ear
That you might lend an ear
That you might lend an ear



Credits
Writer(s): Avi Vinocur, Patrick Dyer Wolf, Alex Vincent Nash, Scott Griffin Padden
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