Last note that you wrote on the window in the cold, deciding if you would stay

You said there's nothing for you here, broken glass, quiet tears

As I watched the colors from you fade

No matter where you go, no matter who's arm you hold

On the sidewalk

I hope you hear the symphony

From the concrete priest, to the siren scream

And hear the Savior sing from the Dakota balcony

And the whispered pain from the fire escape

It's on the sidewalk

When the cab arrived, another was inside his face in the shadows, suit was glowing

Made by tired hands in a far off land, whose names never graced those tags.

No matter where you go, no matter who's arm you hold

No matter where you go, no matter who's arm you hold

On the sidewalk

I hope you hear the symphony

From the concrete priest, to the siren scream

And hear the Savior sing from the Dakota balcony

And the whispered pain from the fire escape

On the sidewalk

On the sidewalk

I hope you hear the symphony