Atlanta Vacant Lot

You can feel the city breathe down
Among the weeds that swallow up the
Buckle the shoe, the set of keys
The weeds that push and pull me
And loosen memories of when I was a
Soldier or a beast beneath a tree
A beast beneath a tree

Can you see me? Can you see me?
Can you see me?
From here?

Time has broken like a watch
Whose hands are running wild
Caught in static find rewind
A thing I recognise

The hands that saw the trembling night
The bile that burns and boils inside
They lift me up with devil's pride
Then cast me down and crack me wide

I'm taken down, I'm swallowed whole
I'm powdered, crushed, exhaled

I'm the picture on the mantle
I'm the ship that never sailed
I'm the jet above the valley
I'm the drifting vapour trail
I'm the crazy on the corner
Shouting "Beauty shop and nails."

Can you see me? Can you see me?
Can you see me? From here?

All the sweet faces I remember in the rain
All the sweet faces that searched for me in vain
I never saw their furrowed brows
Never felt their pain
But I know all those sweet faces
Will come to me again
I know all those sweet faces
Will come to me again...

Can you see me? Can you see me?
Can you see me? From here?