Corner of 9th and cvenue c, postcard arrived in May.
I knew by the lick of the stamp it would say, you are resilient, we'll be okay.
But all the weight of that day, and the price that we pay.
Things that just won't go away and the things that won't stay.
Sign of divine intervention we found. Sign of the times, God flipped it around.
Watch what you wish for, you pay by the pound, if you're in New York and don't make a sound.
But all the weight of this town, it's bringing me down.
Trying to lose what I've found or just set it down.
If the streets snap out of time, if the world tilts ‘til you fall,
If the only words that rhyme, don't mean anything at all you have to do,
Is come back home, I'm missing you, come back home, I'll sing for you, this song.
cll the weight of this town, it's bringing me down.
Trying to lose what I've found, or just set it down...