IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD
(Michael Mazzarella)

Bringing in a new day passing by the neighborhood
Stepping down the sidewalk on a cloudy day
Naked trees and wasted gardens fall in grey so evenly
Like the way all death should be

On Sunday morning I heard church bells at the factory
They came from nowhere and they frightened me
On Sunday morning I heard church bells at the factory
Strange reassurance from this apathy

I was alone please believe me
Odd occurence on around me
Why are all you so shortsighted?
Something's going on around in the neighborhood

Already Friday the weekend is here
I'm a bit dizzy like I've been somewhere
I've been daydreaming they know me for that
But this had magic of a talisman

Oh be no wiser
And retire awake
My eyes have silenced
To another escape

On Sunday morning I heard church bells at the factory
They came from nowhere and they frightened me
On Sunday morning I heard church bells at the factory
I answered back with an apology

I was alone please believe me
Odd occurence on around me
Why are all you so shortsighted?
Something's going on around in the neighborhood