Rats Were Comrades

Photo taken July 2004 somewhere between Brussels and Berlin. Being reminded of necessary travels results in:

Just another boy breathing in the gaslife
Living by the bridge, the one with the spraypaint
When I walk through the rain I contemplate a pattern
I'm smiling at the crows
And the blackbirds and the rats they were comrades oh

Arms around my neck and you should know
I'm in control when I'm leaving or letting go

Colored perfect houses, placed into rows
And if the road rose to meet me would I navigate controls

Just an only child choking on some new life
Swallowing aloud, life is intricate in a crowd
When I'm buried under snow, it's quiet like a heartache
I've been feeling young as snow (thanks Lance Walker)
But there's a white light, it's a bloodhound
I'm a thousand years old