The Paris Of Nowhere

We're building shrines to Saint Nick Foles

In the windows, in the living rooms

I'm playing "Dancing with a Ghost"

In the soft light of the afternoon

I'm alone in the house where your sister died

We're building shrines to Saint Nick Foles

In the churches, in the alleyways

I watched the river overflow

From the Schuylkill in the pouring rain

I'm alone in the house where your sister died

On the block that you lived your entire life

And I takе same train I did at nineteen

And we dancеd on the benches in an empty Market East

Throw me into the Delaware

And leave me down at the bottom there

The black lung of the east coast

The Paris of nowhere

Into the Delaware

And leave me down at the bottom there

A desperate kind of cutthroat

The Paris of nowhere

(The Paris of nowhere)

We're planting gardens in the potholes

No one comes to fill them in

I'll love you when nobody else will

All shoulder chips and paper skin

You're a kid swinging off of a traffic light

You're a block party outside a junkyard fire

Throw me into the Delaware

And leave me down at the bottom there

The black lung of the east coast

The Paris of nowhere

Into the Delaware

And leave me down at the bottom there

A desperate kind of cutthroat

The Paris of nowhere

Two feet of snow on the ground

And it's still coming down

So I'm gonna dig you out

I'm gonna dig you out

It must get lonely without Colleen and Cheryl around

I'm gonna dig you out

I'm gonna dig you out

Still got the flowers we found taped to the door of our house

I'm gonna dig you out

I'm gonna dig you out

You were always looking out

Throw me into the Delaware

And leave me down at the bottom there

The black lung of the east coast

The Paris of nowhere

Into the Delaware

And leave me down at the bottom there

A desperate kind of cutthroat

The Paris of nowhere

The Paris of nowhere

The Paris of nowhere