Pittsburgh

Oh, I love the rain And how the rain can turn Shit into a rose I overheard the TSA Going through my clothes As I wait For her I've always been afraid to sing That's a little thing Somehow, that's all I do Strange as that seems I've outlived My dreams I empty my suitcase In the street in the rain Time slows like a new Van Gogh Setting fire to the frame Oh, I'm a flag where the wind won't blow I'm a kid that never grows My body lays, never taken away Is it too true for me to know? Oh, no Am I gone? Before I go?