John K. Samson - Heart of the Continent Lyrics
North wind sinksThe fence around a lot full of debrisN ear the corner of Memorial and MeWhere resurrected brick and drywall lean back into placeThere's a terrified reflection of my faceAll alone at the gleaming knife displayIn the army surplus sales.As the dusk descends and my inspiration fails.Ghost-filled discount parkas, sleeping bagsPeer at me from the crumpled dark.Inky bruises punched into the sky by bolts of lightAnd then leak across the body of tonight.While rain and thunder drop and roll, Then stop short of a stormLeave the air stuck with this waiting to be born.As I stand before an unresponsive automatic door, Just another door that won't open for me anymore?The exit red gets brighter then blinks off, Presses me intoThe crumpled dark.There's a billboard by the highwayThat says 'Welcome to''Bienvenue'But no sign to show you when you go away.And our demolitions punctuateAll we mean to say, then leave too late.So I'll make my shaky exclamation markWith a hand full ofThe crumpled dark.
