Story Behind the Song
This is a late-nighter that I wrote, and recorded late one night. Originally a peom mostly constucted of many unrelated ideas.
Lyrics
I'm standing here, looking out,
Watching you turn your back,
-without a frown.
Don't worry baby, I got your back.
I'll be your guard till you come back,
-don't let me down.
I'm looking for an empty seat.
The only one that's free is right beneath your feet,
-where I sleep.
All the pretty angels want to ask me why.
And would I rather live than die,
-just a little inside.
I can say I'm happy to be on my feet,
Though I'm kickin' down an empty street,
Full of crashing cars and passenger seats
-that could be me.
And I believe in more than Christmas trees,
And I can hear the whole city think
-that I'm a creep.(and they're bigger
than me)
I'm dirty as a pitman,
Everything is jet-black.
Dig a little deeper,
Dig a little till you can't go back,
And no helping hand can pull you out.
Everyone's a pitiless passer-by,
Even their pocket change won't suffice,
Not like their pride,
Rag pickers of life.
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