Thirty Six

Fire and the evening light, where you can see what's true, save the times I cry, longing for that zone, that doesn't come with blues, North or Southern tones, this village is our life, it's always here to sooth, not lost on Freeway lights, puts jelly on our bones, accepts all we do, when we seek to quietly atone, living here's a paradise, we never makes the news, just want a better life, to shelter all that's home, this place is our glue, far from being alone, cities aren't that nice, no need to look through windows, , or feel a need to fight, to know who's screwing you.