Sensible Shoes

The winter here is a week one, even it don't like to hang out here to long
Just rolls into town and clocks in and sleeps until all the leaves are gone
The sunlight is strategizing, trying to skip right over town
The humidity's the only thing to gladly stick around
All the rest of us are stuck here for reasons we cannot explain
Everybody here's a stranger we just know each others names
All our sunrise reverends are sunset sinners too
We'll be better by our criminals than we will be by you

So when you're crossing this city
This city will cross you
Draw a line through your name
I've got a line through mine

Round about last call on dauphin street there's a short parade that scatters from the bars
A bunch of pretty girls with blistered feet that dig for their keys and try to find their cars
In those high heeled shoes that they should've know better than to ever wear
They do a compact mirror makeup check and they exercise that stare they're gonna use
To turn somebody's head
Paint another color on their blues
Me I'm keeping my eyes peeled for one in sensible shoes
How i hope you find me
I hope you do it soon
It don't feel like you're trying but darling if you do

This place is beautiful the way it mystifies its bad
Just like if Norman Rockwell painted a methamphetamine lab
All our consciences are busted they're off doing their own thing
They'd rather make their living some place else by any other means
They say everyone who's climbed on top this city's soapbox
Has leaped from it to their death son
Of this i am sure I'm no exception