Grace Cathedral Hill

Grace Cathedral Hill All wrapped in the bones of a setting sun All dust and stone and moribund I paid twenty-five cents to light a little white candle For a new year's day I sat and watched it burn away Then turned and weaved through the slow decay We were both a little hungry, so we went to get a hot dog Down the Hyde Street Pier The light was slight and disappear The air it stunk of fish and beer We heard a Superman trumpet play the national anthem And the world may be long, for you But it'll never belong, to you But on a motorbike, when all the city lights blind your eyes tonight Some way to greet the year Your eyes are bright and brimmed with tears The pilgrims, pills and tourists here All sink fifty-three bucks to buy a brand new halo And sweet on a green-eyed girl All fiery Irish clip and curl All brine and piss and vinegar I paid twenty-five cents to light a little white candle And the world may be long, for you But it'll never belong, to you But on a motorbike, when all the city lights blind your eyes tonight Are you feeling better now? Are you feeling better now? Are you feeling better now? Are you feeling better now? Are you feeling better now? Are you feeling better now?