Lyrics

Every corner fire station with heroes on the walls
A disconnect from your existence, everything else is small
Every avenue’s new angle, a new life in a new line
I’m still taking East 17th Street every single time

I’ve got stress scars growing under my eyes
It costs so much money, to be alive
There’s a long line growing under these lights
I’m a lone beam singing into the night

Over age and over qualified, when you don’t know a soul
Spend most mornings walking around, stepping aside to feel useful
Shouting distance from the center of the world
Every sound I make feels desperate and affirmed

I’ve got stress scars growing under my eyes
It costs so much money, to be alive
There’s a long line growing under these lights
I’m a lone beam singing into the night

The most outside that I could get, still blocked all of the rain
a leaf lit canopy, Stuyvesant Park
we worry sometimes so much; it feels like all we do
but in the end it just washes away

I’ve got stress scars growing under my eyes
It costs so much money, to be alive
There’s a long line growing under these lights
I’m a lone beam singing into the night