High above the city

Or at least of what remains

Washed away the promise

Of a new and hopeful day

Cascade the memory

Of a happy yesterday

High above the city

We live amongst the clouds

High above the city

For yesterday, look down

High above the city

High above the city

High above the city the profit margin rose

“That’s someone else’s problem”

As their greed it only grows

Your just going and naive they said

As I stare along the roads

How could this happen

Alongside an old sign everything is dead

A sign is seen, a sign is missed,

long ago was something

But now it allows nothing

Not even rows of crows

To pick apart what’s left