I wonder what they'll build next here
And what our block will look like this time next year
I bet i don't recognize it
I bet i don't recognize it
I'm on the subway with my arms up
Half for space, half in expression of "enough is enough"
You splurge on a cab, we kiss in the back seat
And for a second we forget that
There's so many other things to be
Than searching for a sanctuary city
There's so many other things to be
Than searching for a sanctuary
Overripe west side summer sun setting
Splitting earbuds on the bus, carole king and otis redding
And i try to be tender, try to be kind and remind myself that
There is such quiet grace in
Private moments in public spaces
We sing on stolen ground and borrowed time
And for a second we forget that
There's so many other things to be
Than searching for a sanctuary city
There's so many other things to be
Than searching for a sanctuary city
There's so many other things to be
Than searching for a sanctuary city
There's so many other things to be
Wrote a note and a song
For goodness with no agenda
May we map our palms to the landscape
May we till this ground forever
There's a landscape coming into focus
Eyes locked on a figure in the distance
Remember to remember
It's easy to forget that there's
So many other things to be
Than searching for a sanctuary city
There's so many other things to be
Than searching for a sanctuary city, yeah
Than searching for a sanctuary city