Prison Blue Eyes - Chadwick Stokes, State Radio

I’ve got to go downtown

I’ll miss you along the way

I miss your stripes, your Lily whites

That have turned dirty gray

I’ve got to pay that bus

I’ve got to make that fare

I’ll miss the kiss and your crooked teeth

Miss your pixie hair

Cause I hate to see you suffering

Don’t ever want your prison blue eyes to be sad, not once

I know it’s not how it goes

But this worrying was undersold

I’ve got to go down East

Walk down Elliott Street

Wave to the murals with my little girl

Watch the cracks in the concrete

I hear the rain outside

I hear the bell strike late

It’s that you out here coming off the street

Or just the wind blowing the gates?