discordant sounds on the east side
disenchanted folk on the downslide
a thin lady stops to examine the street
is she in, is she out, is she part of the scene
darkness is coming; she wonders what to do
taxis are screeching, she stays aside a few
in the park, on their turf, sipping red wine tonight
in the park, toking up just to jazz up the night
The thin lady hears the ping from her phone
a text from her momma, she ain’t so alone
the thin lady grabs a ten o-clock bus
now there ain't no choice, there ain't no fuss
Back home, she tucks in her momma and babe
then she’s restless, she’s anxious, too wired to stay
she looks out the window; there's nothin' to do
she stubs out a smoke and lights one anew
discordant sounds on the east side
disenchanted folk on the downslide.
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