Walking down a four-lane
In a loose knot, with a new plot
On the last day of school
Sashary’s got a line on a party
But it’s too early to commit to that
Alex says, “Do you know right now, what would taste so good?”
We were moving into something
All the sudden, you were gone
Shary’s heading out to Pittsburgh in the fall
Lisa’s up to Portland Maine
Alex is UMASS Amherst bound
But you got no papers, got no numbers
Got no flag
You’ll just be sticking around
Gazing on the granular skyline you said
“I’ll die on these streets.”
Sometimes when they tell it
You came over when you were four
And in other versions you were three
The only memories that you can trust
All start on Terminal Street
Running down the stairs with Alex out onto
The courtyard’s living dream
It’s public art, they call it crime
But there’s no borders around these lines
And now the colors are running down the street
We pledged our lives so many times
Those old orphan scapegoat rhymes
Now there’s nothing, we’re just running down the street

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