And the past is a blue note, inside me
I ran away in the morning
Where God and the tendaberry rise
New York tendaberry, blue berry
Where quakers and revolutionaries
Now I'm back, unpacked
Here where I've cried, where I've tried
Firecrackers break and they cross
But you feel like religion to me
And the night comes
Sweet kids in hunger slums
I ran away in the morning
I lost my eyes, In east wind skies
New York tendabery, true berry
You look like a city
And they dust and they skate
Rugs and drapes and drugs and capes
Sidewalk and pigeon
Join for life, for precious years
Join for life, through silver tears