Up There
Come on up to my place
Have a smoke or two
Listen to the sounds
Which never make the news
People all around
Find something new
Coming up with nothing
It's giving me the blues
The smoke is on the ceiling
My mind is on the floor
I try to get on my feet
And make it to the door
I get outside and see
Concrete world all around
And then I know
My ends would never meet
Have a smoke or two
Listen to the sounds
Which never make the news
People all around
Find something new
Coming up with nothing
It's giving me the blues
The smoke is on the ceiling
My mind is on the floor
I try to get on my feet
And make it to the door
I get outside and see
Concrete world all around
And then I know
My ends would never meet
Credits
Writer(s): Randolph Severn Parker
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