28 Mar 2005
It’s raining in New York City and the trees are digging in
Their roots against the concrete; something’s got to give
Standing in the doorway the sky opens wide
Outside is the city but I got country inside
There’s a dog outside the deli staring at the door
And I wonder who that someone is that he is waiting for
While I tended to my conscience this city stole my eyes
But everybody knows me in my country inside
The pigeons have abandoned the Armory roof
I wish I could go somewhere; the place that they’ve gone to
I’m wishing for horizons, endless lines of sight
I’m wishing I had more than the country inside