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It’s cold down in the basement that I’m renting for the time

Streets outside are quiet, three more hours 'til the grind

When alarms will sound in unison, this sleepy town will rise

To start another day with neither fanfare nor surprise

And the weather will be overcast and then will turn to rain

Folks will secretly be happy for the excuse to complain

And the rain will sound like symphonies cascading of the town’s

Victorian roofs with angles that the drops come rolling down

And my day will start of soggy, shoes have holes through to my feet

As I stumble to the corner store to get something to eat

The cute girl at the register will smile as if to say

«Ain't we both in this together?» Then she’ll send me on my way

Hey yea

Hey yea yea

And the mayor with the shiny shoes will be at old town hall

His brother chief of police will catch truants at the mall

And mothers with their babies, off to daycare, then to work

I’ll be heading to the alleys 'cause that’s where the poets lurk

And I’ll be seeing things in harmony, smelling them in rhyme

You know the kind of day when you can sink within the time

And the conflict then will rise, do I choose to concentrate

On all the things I love or try to fix the things I hate

'Cause we americans dig our sitcoms, music, ballgames and french fries

And our teachers, they need raises and our schools, they need supplies

And resilience of the spirit goads the will to carry on

And the moon, it chase the sun around the earth to bring the dawn

Hey yea

Hey yea yea

And our prez was re-elected though I didn’t put him there

Half the country hates him the other puts him in their prayers

And I’m down in the basement trying to contemplate the scene

Of a senate bill that’s omnibus and what that’s supposed to mean

And the business folk are happy 'cause their cuts won’t be repealed

They’re steppin over homeless now on route to make the deal

While kids with calloused fingers serve in war and take their lumps

So the wealthy kids with SUV’s can pay less at the pumps

But a hundred years from now all our troubles will be gone

We’ll be searching out new planets after fucking up our own

We’ll pick us out a winner, plant a sturdy flag and then

Ship up a few religions, do it all over again

Hey yea

Hey yea yea

If I met Greg Brown I’d say I stole this song from you

We can’t all be original, plus my rent is due

And I don’t have health insurance, my car might be reposessed

'Cause playin on this guitar is the thing that I like best

And tomorrow at a bar about a half a mile from here

I’ll make fifty and a burger and they’ll make me buy my beer

And the guitar will sound like fireworks exploding north and south

Expressing all the feelings I can’t push out through my mouth

Hey yea

Hey yea yea

And someday Greg you’ll hear this song and it will make you smile

And you will take me on the road and we will travel for a while

And we will play together, trading verses, you and me

The crowd will want an encore. We’ll give 'em two or three

But for now the morning time will rear it’s head before too long

And you know I cannot sleep until I’ve finished up a song

And tomorrow when I muster up the nerve to play this through

I’ll hit the final chord and give a silent nod to you

Hey yea

Hey yea yea

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