Light Of Local Eyes

The glow of gray, it lights the rain on borough streets

And the kids who stayed, they aren't holding out for their apology

Days like today make reconcile seem far away

But I hold old memories like a kid who laughs hard and grabs his ribs

There was a time when this city shined

The lights in the parking lots would lead us

Through the night and to sunrise

There was no place that we didn't own or deface

The grooves in the road would spark for us

But that book is covered in dust

The local kid I was to all my older friends

I held convictions like a stubborn door with a rusted hinge

I sat down and thought, what of here makes me proud?

Proud to not dismiss this place and hold it all from gold to gray

There was a time when this city shined

The lights in the parking lots would lead us

Through the night and to sunrise

There was no place that we didn't own or deface

The grooves in the road would spark for us

But that memory will rust

It'll rust and fade away, it'll sour these days

The rainy streets, they shine to me

We lived life out of this place

We wore its map on our faces

(When this city shined)

To say the least we left our trace

Burned off the tips of our laces

When this city shined

From the light of local eyes