Hawthorne to Hennepin

There's a painting of a ship, The sails are made of string, Christmas lights hang down from the sky, I promise and I plea to a computer screen, To do my best from August to July... There's a painting of a bridge, But from where I used to live, Everything's gone alright, What my brother could have been, That's what I've been wondering, from Hawthorne to Hennepin to Brooklyn and back again... There's a painting of a priest Underneath the hancock train Christmas lights hang down from the sky, Paper dolls say pray to a water-color stain to keep us safe from August to July... August to July... August to July... August to July... July...