Just dropped a beta version of a new track, “Washington Heights.”
Like tales of Cabrini woods
Trading flights ofMind how the stories fold
Mere ambition shines behind theEyes always burning north
Or over past the bridge’s linesFar on, from these streets
Beyond the running and theRoutine of our noise
The fumes trapped inBags, Bennett underfoot
Needles mark the interruptedTrail walked by the ghosts
Our alter-egos bruised whileThe A train calls again
One last super-sonic runAnother late-night Pinehurst
Another canvas changedReach for the recent future
All hopes prearrangedReplay the evening shadows
Remake the morning starWe leave, to live
We are left with who we areMarked arms, adverted look
Shielding from the show ofCharmed lives spinning past
Sheer revision lost behind theEyes always turning north
Beyond the drop of OverlookPaths shown, as they bring
fortune in the waiting and theRoute shaped by our choice
Assumes that weFind here underfoot
Spaces left to bridge the brokenTrails left by our ghosts
Our altered streets resumeThe morning calls again
One last super-sonic runAnother late-night Pinehurst
Another canvas changedReach for the recent future
All hopes prearrangedReplay the evening shadows
Remake the morning starWe leave, to live
We are left with who we are