Urban Renewal

It was 30 degrees in a broken home

lights dimmed low looking out the window

I couldn't feel my fingers and I couldn't feel my toes and

the voice inside my head was screaming

(I shouldn't be alone)

The wind singing in the streets a solemn tune for me and you but on the

other side its nicer with the fires burning through

I never recovered from the

sound the bells ring so

I slipped out the door to take a walk and I sing

Ooh woah oh oh

Woah oh oh oh

I took off my cap as I

walked through the door

hung up my coat and took a seat on the floor

The old man looked me in the eyes and then I knew that

anything was possible and that his words were true

"Son you've got a roof over your head and heres some food

I got no trouble with you staying here as long as you will

tend to my son while I'm out in the shed

take a left at the stairs and you will find your bed."

I woke up next morning to the sound of a drum beating

steady in my head keeping tempo with my thumb

I sat up on the edge and then I walked into the room where

the old man stood holding a shovel and broom we were

walking out back I knew what I had to do and there was

no turning back this job he couldn't do so

I tightened my grip and I dug up a hole there

I buried the pieces what was left of my soul

Ooh woah oh oh

Woah oh oh oh

It was 30 degrees in a broken home

lights dimmed low looking out the window

I couldn't feel my fingers and I couldn't feel my toes and

the voice inside my head was screaming