URBAN MOON

Bars in the windows in my neighborhood Boards nailed across the doors Some things never change in my little world You can still hear the children Playing into the night Nobody called them home You can still hear the boys hangin' around I guess I'm walking on a thin line My love is burning... underneath the urban moon Down on the corner in a little stone Behind a heavy sheet of glass An Asian girl sends me my change through the slot I like to watch her when she goes walking home Black hair blowing in the wind Out of another time and another world I guess I'm walking on a thin line My love is burning... underneath the urban moon Down the block the Sisters built a shrine Gonna keep my candles lit Mary and the angels will answer your prayer If your flame don't go out I like to watch the black and white cop cars as they roll by This is where they come to work Sometimes they stop and ask me where I live and who I am I tell 'em I live across the street from the corner store I'm a poet in my own spare time “Hey mister, can you tell me... Who can protect my love Who can protect my love?” You're the lightning stretched across my sky Right before the rain comes down You're the water running through my hands I can't hold on I can't hold on I guess I'm walking on a thin line My love is burning... underneath the urban moon the urban moon the urban moon the urban moon...