As Long As The Grass Will Grow - Bill Miller

The last fall of the morning rain drips off the wino’s shoes

He’s sleeping in a cardboard tent too drunk to know its through

But the rainbow from this morning sun can’t be too far behind

Down his alley where the sun won’t shine the blind must lead the blind

Ten stories up the boy looks out his face pressed to the screen

He heard the thunder rolling in it woke him from his dream

And his mother’s calling out to him boy get up and make your bed

But that kid’s a thousand miles away hasn’t heard a word she said

But as long as the grass will grow

In the cracks of the sidewalk

Next to the old lampposts

As long as the birds will fly

In the thick broken air against a highrise sky

Then the morning sun will shed it’s light

On the city down below

Inside a cab, the driver yawns, he’s worked an all night shift

He sets his meter one last time before he call it quits

The heartbeat of the homeless still echoes in the streets

They’re all wrapped in coats and blankets don’t have enough to eat