Tree of Heaven

I have chilled on that stoop before

Nothing is forgotten

Tree of heaven in the concrete

The special way we had of talking

Mother double parking

Ten AM on Sunday

Father yelling at his kids

For not looking both ways

You know you changed me, babe

I have walked on that block before

I will always recall

Voices of the choir

Breaching the walls

And the melody you got humming

I was lucky to have heard

Tree of heaven in the concrete

Longing in the word

And the bus I’m waiting on

Is so slow to appear

But I have loved this town

Since the day I got here

You know you changed me, babe