This Is How

This Is How

The sun starts to climb in the eastern sky brings a quiet sleeping town back to
Life the lights turn from green to yellow to red the sidewalk starts filling up
Again

A man in a black suit stands alone on a bridge wishing for a woman
That will never be his the cars that pass him by have different shapes and names
They were made by different people in a thousand different places

And the
People who drive them don't know those names but they know where they're going
Because it's always the same

And the sounds that they make wake the people who
Live in the houses along side the over crowded highways

As the earth turns the sun seems to move
Higher in the sky eyes, mouths and doors keep opening wide an old man takes a
Seat in the chair on his porch to watch the young men on their way to do what
They think is important

And the school teachers, ditch diggers, criminals
And cops take their places at the bottom and their places at the top

And
Whatever they'll do is based on what they've done they'll live to get old or
They'll live to die young

And this is how we'll get what we need, what we're
Wanting we'll close our eyes and shoot up at the sky until we hit something