Oh mother the sky above this city has been my canopy
One hundred thousand million lights have all been watching over me
And when I have stumbled from train to running train
My boots have felt the warmth of your pavement in the hard cold rain
You have cultivated perfectly a garden of desire
That grows with each new plant that braves your thorny edges and barbed wire
And all the gods and ancient heroes I have dreamed of in my mind
Mother, you have built the backdrop in front of which their children come alive
You held me in your arms as I stacked myself up high
You held me on the island with your rivers of love flowing at my side
Your hands held me
The tunnels of your lungs shook me
When I trace the outline of the skyline
Every building the vertebrae on your spine
I know I know
That you are my prison
And God is on my side
And I am in the right
And I will escape
Every time