Our hymn couldn’t have been sung better
On a Tuesday
For it was an afternoon
Where the sunlight dazzles the mind and spots the skin
Where the kisses are saved for the grasses
And your feet were as bare as your emotions
We forgot that we were surrounded by asphalt
By stone and by wicked gray steel
The cars roared like freight engines
Down a highway – venting anger into the air
But in our nostalgia, in our reverie
We smiled to the ice blue sky
A chill that was creeping up our spine
But in that only way, we’re free
I’ve never forgotten how it felt to run –
Our jackets whipping about us
Our hair was flying and soaring like mad flocks
And enticed snakes in a pit of rainbow colors
Sparkles from the dewdrops on the tips
We ran, yes, in rain or sunshine
A shadowy figure in a shadowy world
A skid mark on the pavement
Of the earth
Our hymn couldn’t have been sung better
Cracked teenaged voices on earth’s cracked ground
If the world really is fading
If it really does come to a close
We’re got the best view from here up on this hill
And we’re singing while we’re running down
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