As The Bars Downtown Exhale
Into A Street Of Blinking Lights
And You Wander Out Alone Into A Crowd
Of Could-be Sex And Fights
Wrap Your Coat Real Tight Around You
Moving Past The Takeout Lines
Past Acts Of Quiet Kindness,
Crying Drunks, And Petty Crimes
And It's Not Cigars And Brandy
It's Cigarettes And Beer
Make No Mistake You're In It's Wake
You're Definitely Here
Hail Mary
Full Of Grace
Hail Crazy Eddie
God Bless Him Stuck In Outer Space
Hail Your Mother
Who Doesn't Want You Here
This Will All Be Gone
It'll Never Disappear
>From The Princess Born In Burbank
To The Lobsterman In Maine
It Only Takes A High School Yearbook
Or An Old Hit Song Refrain
And Like When Moses Dropped His Hands
It All Comes Rushing In
Everything Seems Possible
We Can All Start Fresh Again
And I Have To Tell Ya Baby
It's The Truth, It's Not A Lie
We're All Still Fresh And Seventeen
We Only Have To Try
Hail Mary
Full Of Grace
Hail Crazy Eddie
God Bless Him Stuck In Outer Space
Hail Your Father
Who Said To Conquer Fear
This Time Is Real
It'll Never Disappear