I’m running out of miracles
The streets alive with one-man shows
The corner boys were moved along
We’re plummeting like crippled crows

Oh my soul

Oh long before you and I were born
Others beat these benches with their empty cups
To the night and its stars
To be here and now and who we are

Another sunrise with my sad captains
With who I choose to lose my mind
And if it’s so we only pass this way but once
What a perfect waste of time

The BMX apothecary
The architect of infamy
For each and every train we missed
A bitter little Eucharist
Oh my soul

To the here and now and who we are