At every turnstile of every subway
And all the points packed tight we call it educational
The Bill of Rights, the Magna Carta, the Babylonians, and the first guy to build a fence
Various clergy, restaurants, and battlefields
If we could can this air
If we could bottle this coffee
If we could slide into the right boat on the right night with just the right drinks in our belly
The nights we dance, the nights we hold onto
We’ve forgotten enough interesting people to field an army
We’ve smashed idols and we’ve crushed dreams
Swollen moments, several sunsets, and you’ve got all manner of livestock
That’s how it began and that’s how it will continue
A pair of pants, some good shoes, and
You’ve got it from here
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