Wisdom cries in the street *
Wisdom cries in the street
The humble rise to their feet
to kick their shoes off
before they hit the road
Wisdom cries in the street
The humble rise to their feet
to kick their shoes off
before they hit the road
All sorts of things thoughts tied like lengths of strings
Run through my mind.
Like winding anxiety waiting on her fate at the watch of hope I wait
From one day to next always the same
Not one mention of her name.
There’s a sign in the window saying the stores are closed
The doors are barricaded and the pipes they froze
They say that pride it comes before a fall
I think it’s got something to do with the writing on the wall
I used to be blind, But now I see
Because a man named Jesus, Spat on me
I don’t know what happened, I looked away
I saw the sun set, over the bay
all the blindness, all the tears
Someone’s gonna have to give me back the wasted years.
Sip my coffee and I read the news
Reading about society’s views
Call my broker and do some lunch
Make a million on the back of a hunch…
You see me in the street and you ask me with a grin
About the life I’m livin and the kind of shape I’m in
Even though I’m lost and lonely
And my heart is on the line
I smile and give my answer
That I guess I’m doing fine.