The Bowery - William Ryan Key

I don’t shine like the others do

I’m so close, and so far

From the light you see them standing in

I’ll come running if you tell me to

Upstate, I’m too late

And the turnpike’s choking up again

Who do I think I am

Rushing in where I can’t win

And I am always

Crumbling beneath this

Heavy weight, much to say

Is this way always

Take me down to the bowery

Break bread, you said

I’m a loyal one, I’m a lot of fun

Find a garden and will burn it down

Someday I’ll say

I was wrong to feel so overcome

This is all dimensional

Its alternate, appropriate

Maybe it’s a ritual

A sacrifice, a drink on ice

I am unconventional

And with this truth I come to you

With this truth I come to you

Who do I think I am

Rushing in where I can’t win

And I am always

Crumbling beneath this

Heavy weight, much to say

Is this way always

I’m so close, and so far