Dusted off some twang for a story of beauty in sadness. Some days, whiskey over absinthe…
Elena lived on Avenue X,
next to a trestle
all her life.She dreamed of distant places
and of jumping random trains
a thousand times.She craved a sky that let her know she was home.
An endless sky that left the stars alone
to shine.
Beyond her life,
that sky showed her some way home.Counting the trains
to and from Coney Island
every night,searching in vain
for salvation, in a city
full of lies.[ch.]
I’m still here, amidst the fallout of our life.
I’m still here, living with her dreams.She found a sky that let her know she was home.
An endless sky that left the stars alone
to shine.
Beyond her life,
that sky showed her some way home.