Gotta Go

In this dirty old part
of the city
the sun has not refused to shine
but that doesn't mean everything is fine.

The writing is on the wall
(and so are the shadows)
EVERYTHING MUST GO!

People are wondering how
they can claw their way out.
Checking destinations. Planning routes.

I tell you, baby,
we gotta get out of this place
if it's the last thing we ever do.

the song