The last fall of a morning rain Drips off of Wino's shoesHe's sleepin' in a cardboard tent Too drunk to know it's throughBut the rainbow from this morning storm Can't be too far behindDown this alleyway, the sun won't shine The blind must lead the blindTen stories up, a boy looks out His face pressed to the screenHe heard the thunder rollin' in And woke him from his dreamHis mother's a-callin' out to him Boy, get up and make your bedBut that kid's a thousand miles away Hasn't heard a word she's saidBut as long as the grass will grow And the cracks of the sidewalks next toold lampposts As long as the birds will flyAnd the thick brown air gets to high, bright skyThen the morning sun will shed its light On the city down belowInside a cab, a driver yawns He's worked an all-night shiftHe sets his meter one last time Before he calls it quitsAnd the heartbeat of the homeless Still echoes in the streetsThey're all wrapped in coats and blankets Don't have enough to eatBut as long as the grass will grow And the cracks of the sidewalks next toold lampposts As long as the birds will flyAnd the thick brown air gets to high, bright skyThen the morning sun will shed its light On the city down below*