underground

the tube ride home from camden town is a long and lonely road

and this night is filled with songs that make me think of home

red lines blur with blue lines and form a purple haze

and the redness in my eyes has me in a sort of daze

movement comes not easily as my legs begin to ache

and my thoughts come not easily when everything seems fake

i'm bleeding through my socks in these new london shoes

i'm bleeding from the heart because i've got these london blues

i'm too weak to scare away the pigeons on the stoop

as they bathe in a sludge of cigarette butt soup

close my eyes and see the light

lord give me strength to make it throught the night.