Drunk at the Library

Please don’t leave me right now
I gotta get home and right now I don’t know how

The top of the post was reachable only by air
As the alarms cried out and the rebel ride jumped on the fare

Lord don’t go anywhere
The street is moving and I can’t breath in the air

The curves of his face were etched out in black and white
As the band packed up and the smoke rose up in the light

I got a helmet; I got your back

I’m alright in the light
The alley is calling and I can’t put up a fight

The square was pulsing and the courthouse was shining bright
And my blood was calling from the very ground