Down Here Below - Steve Earle

Pale Male, the famous red-tail hawk

Performs wingstands high above midtown Manhattan

Circles around for one last pass over the park

Got his eye on a fat squirrel down there and a couple of pigeons

They got no place to run, no place to hide

Pale Male, he’s cool, see

Because his breakfast ain’t going nowhere

So he does a loop t’loop

For the tourists and the six o’clock news

Got him a penthouse view

From the tip-top of the food chain, boys

He looks up and down Fifth Avenue

And says, «God, I love this town»

But life goes on down here below

And all us mortals struggle so

We laugh and cry and live and die

That’s how it goes, for all we know

Down here below

I saw Joe Mitchell’s ghost on a downtown A train

He just rides on forever

Now that the Fulton Fish Market’s shut down

He said, «They ain’t never gonna get that smell out of the water

I don’t give a damn how much of that new money they burn»

Now Hell’s Kitchen’s «Clinton» and The Bowery’s «Nolita»

And The East Village is creeping across the Williamsburg Bridge

Hey, whatever happened to Alphabet City?

Ain’t no place left in this town that a poor boy can go

But life goes on down here below

And all us mortals struggle so

We laugh and cry and live and die

That’s how it goes, for all we know

Down here below

Pale Male swimming in the air

Looks like he’s in heaven up there

People suffering everywhere

But he don’t care

But life goes on down here below

And all us mortals struggle so

We laugh and cry and live and die

That’s how it goes, for all we know

Down here below