Well, I am just another subway soldier
a brother in the fighting underground
I ride around the city with my eyes and ears on fire
and a straight line where my mouth used to be found
In the window of my house I grew some flowers
to remind me of the life that I don’t see
and every morning now I hold a one-way conversation
I talk to them and they look back at me
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Hear me singing, “Morning Glory, glory in the morning
Well, I wish that I could show my face like you
and I wonder where you curl up into every afternoon
sometimes I wish that I could go there too,
sometimes I wish that I could go there too”
Flowers in the city are like secrets
they have to fight to see the light of day
and when they finally make it it’s a Mother Nature miracle that they haven’t changed their colors on the way
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People on the corner selling wisdom of the East
would you like to understand the great unknown
think I’ll change religions or change my clothes at least
’cause I wouldn’t want my cover to be blown
and it’s hard to be together and alone
I’m a stranger in a land not my own
but there must be a place where I was grown like a flower
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Summer in New England with the sons of millionaires
everybody singing black and singing blue
searching for the country but the country isn’t there
and I fear I never had one I could lose
and it’s only pavement underneath my shoes
and I never paid the cotton-picking dues
but there’s got to be some runes I can use like a flower
a flower help me
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