The last fall of a morning rain Drips off of Wino's shoes
He's sleepin' in a cardboard tent Too drunk to know it's through
But the rainbow from this morning storm Can't be too far behind
Down this alleyway, the sun won't shine The blind must lead the blind
Ten stories up, a boy looks out His face pressed to the screen
He heard the thunder rollin' in And woke him from his dream
His mother's a-callin' out to him Boy, get up and make your bed
But that kid's a thousand miles away Hasn't heard a word she's said
But as long as the grass will grow And the cracks of the sidewalks next to
old lampposts As long as the birds will fly
And the thick brown air gets to high, bright sky
Then the morning sun will shed its light On the city down below
Inside a cab, a driver yawns He's worked an all-night shift
He sets his meter one last time Before he calls it quits
And the heartbeat of the homeless Still echoes in the streets
They're all wrapped in coats and blankets Don't have enough to eat
But as long as the grass will grow And the cracks of the sidewalks next to
old lampposts As long as the birds will fly
And the thick brown air gets to high, bright sky
Then the morning sun will shed its light On the city down below
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