In The Park (Featured Track)

Wall Street suits look down upon the crowds
Behind blue glass - they can’t hear a sound.
I don’t know why they live to count all their money
Their fingers are stained and their eyes are strained from all the stonings.

Georgia’s sage, it pungents up the night
Her easels and paints lay gathering the light.
History’s reel is playing back words through the window
From Otowi Bridge, the old lady sighs into her pillow.

Arm and arm, we stake our wall street ground
In the park, we share with those we’ve found.
The hurt of the world is a gift that Wall Street leaves unopened
They always look away at the scene in the play when things get broken.

Violent femmes rise up in Japan
Geishas feed on the carrion of man.
Alice was wrong; the Cheshire Cat wasn’t in the picture –
The artist was right, all along, she was the great depictor.

Arm and arm, we stake our wall street ground
In the park, we share with those we’ve found.
The hurt of the world is a gift that Wall Street leaves unopened –
They always look away at the scene in the play when things get broken
They always look away at the scene in the play
when things get broken.