The cars and the trains were the blood in her veins And the riders inside her breath and her life But try as she may, the air dreamt it away And the city could not be saved For all of her flaws, injustice, and faults It was a sight to behold, her pulsing and waltz As each selfish thing fought to make their own name The tombstones of steel and glass were raised A toast to her beauty in their day She could be a city One like we've never seen A happily ever after And we are the kings and queens We can't outrun our memories We can't unsee her dreams The mother we need to remember if we, If we are, we are the kings and queens Look to the resurrection of the dead And the life of the world to come - Amen (Amen!) Or else we'll forget that we both hedged our bets On myths of golden roads ahead She could be a city One like we've never seen A happily ever after And we are the kings and queens We can't outrun our memories We can't unsee her dreams The mother we need to remember if we, If we are, we are the kings and queens In blinding light, she stands opaque Her silhouette a welcome break For tired eyes A resting place A stage adorned for things that sing That long for songs in harmony A concert hall (Our progeny, her symphony) ♪ We can't outrun our memories We can't unsee her dreams The mother we need to remember if we, If we are, we are the kings and queens