Hymn

by Nick Jaina

down every road
that you hope to go
I'll light the way
down every road
and oh they debate
in criminal ways
and all that was clear
is now locked in haze

until you find a man in the city
who showers you with twenties and fifties
and you'll call it love

and he watches o'er us
with just one eyeball
all that we do
with just one eyeball
and the thoughts that we think
slips like blood down the sink
and if anyone hears
they can have a drink

until you find a man in the city
who showers you with twenties and fifties
and if you find a man in the city
who showers you with twenties and fifties
don't call it love