North

Calling strangers family Calling this cinder block a home I know these walls can't protect me If they drop the bomb Calling mostly family From an ancient phone Weed is worth the waitlist Liquor's worth the loan Friends get into school further up north Where the green line stumbles through the night Saw the seasons change From the back of a silent commuter train The windowpane was cold Got a text about a bonfire Old friends spread out on a lawn Now the party's over Now the friends are gone Married now, I guess, further up north Where the taxis dance through the lights Nothing to save Last dollar went out to the MBTA Boston's getting cold