The Running Styles Of New York

I hear beauty in things like the neighbors return

To their love and pride

Their day like a wicked ride

But then to belong

And their kids running by given riddles and tales

For their way to be

Little buddies, the mystery of just being around

And all that I fear is that all that I have given you

Is a ship out to nowhere that wants to be out of control

But I see the light in oh so many things out here

And a lifetime gently now sits on the stairs to my home

We’re running out

But moving on

Into the days of our grace returning

And the dancer just turns

Until they spin fast enough for the biggest show

Take some pics of the afterglow

Then do it again

I see stars in the sky

And I wish they’d return to be in me now

Make up for what I lack somehow

When it’s all been too much

All that I fear is that all that I have given you

Is a ship out to nowhere that wants to be out of control

But I see the light in oh so many things out here

And a lifetime so gently now sits on the stairs to my home

We’re running out

But moving on

Into the days of our grace returning

I’m curly to the bone

But then you straighten me again

I carry you to bed

Let the hours sweep away

Your day has been hard

I will whisper to heal

And not wake up the listening thoughts in me

Their revealing dark poetry

And this shadow they sell

There is beauty out here

Like peculiar running styles some are wild

And the breath on the other side

Of getting around

And all that I fear is that all that I have given you

The ship out to nowhere that wants to be out of control

But I see the light in oh so many things out here

And a lifetime so gently now sits on the stairs to my home

We’re running out

But moving on

Into the days of our grace returning