Sidewalk Sue
Sidewalk Sue says she's got a word for me
Boy you're living in someone else's dream
Do you ever feel it
She asked me with a wink
And I say well now Sue sometimes it hurts to think
Sidewalk Sue says there's something gone wrong
Says we're singing a bitter sort of song
It starts with a wailing
An angry kind of grief
And moves like it's hungry to disconnect and greed
Well all this sleepin in stations
And street meditations'll wise you up
Boy you gotta leave the boxes
See it ain't just big towns that got dirt to keep down
But inside it's so comfortable and no ones watchin
Sidewalk Sue spent her first night on the street
Lost her home to pay the doctor's fee
And some call it nature
They say we've got the tools
But down in the coal mine the game's got different rules
Sidewalk Sue says it's all been rigged to blow
But we're still caught up in the puppet show
They need us to aspire
To work up from the mud
But I learned that the rich create hope like ticks make blood
See all these nights in the wind
Just immersed in the sin of the city folk'll
Wake you up it's hard to dismiss
And it sure ain't all nice with poetic device
But it's real and raw and holdin space for you to feel bliss
Sidewalk Sue and me watched the evening rise
And I saw riches inside her bloodshot eyes
And now as I sit here I'll raise one to her health
And think to myself oh what the hell is wealth?
Well here I'll sit and just process the shit of the
Universal struggles here
I'm holding on but losing my grip
And I try to look past but my sanity's fast falling slow crawling
Inching out towards a big cliff
And out in the world
Where the light can be cold and your belly's groaning
Bones are moaning shoes are worn thin
Well you got space to feel
Free to wonder what's real
See the chance the shot the breath you got I'm taking it in
Boy you're living in someone else's dream
Do you ever feel it
She asked me with a wink
And I say well now Sue sometimes it hurts to think
Sidewalk Sue says there's something gone wrong
Says we're singing a bitter sort of song
It starts with a wailing
An angry kind of grief
And moves like it's hungry to disconnect and greed
Well all this sleepin in stations
And street meditations'll wise you up
Boy you gotta leave the boxes
See it ain't just big towns that got dirt to keep down
But inside it's so comfortable and no ones watchin
Sidewalk Sue spent her first night on the street
Lost her home to pay the doctor's fee
And some call it nature
They say we've got the tools
But down in the coal mine the game's got different rules
Sidewalk Sue says it's all been rigged to blow
But we're still caught up in the puppet show
They need us to aspire
To work up from the mud
But I learned that the rich create hope like ticks make blood
See all these nights in the wind
Just immersed in the sin of the city folk'll
Wake you up it's hard to dismiss
And it sure ain't all nice with poetic device
But it's real and raw and holdin space for you to feel bliss
Sidewalk Sue and me watched the evening rise
And I saw riches inside her bloodshot eyes
And now as I sit here I'll raise one to her health
And think to myself oh what the hell is wealth?
Well here I'll sit and just process the shit of the
Universal struggles here
I'm holding on but losing my grip
And I try to look past but my sanity's fast falling slow crawling
Inching out towards a big cliff
And out in the world
Where the light can be cold and your belly's groaning
Bones are moaning shoes are worn thin
Well you got space to feel
Free to wonder what's real
See the chance the shot the breath you got I'm taking it in
Credits
Writer(s): Aidan Clay O'connor
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