Head for Supplies

[Verse 1]
Across the city there’s a golden chill
A rare holding still
As if somebody’s gonna sing
A dip in tempo for the castanet shoes
No blues and twos
As if somebody’s gonna sing
And in the moment hanging on to you
We’re a bundle of clothes and shoes
Whatever we could find
You are the reason for this missing beat
On the streets that I love
And in me

[Chorus]
Now I’m here at your side
We try to rhyme our stride
And head for supplies

[Verse 2]
Way down inside me was a pilot light
That good friends tended and fed with tiny kindnesses
And there was comfort in a stranger’s bed from time to time
It has to be said it just reminded us
The brief ignition of a hopeful flame but there and then gone
It wasn’t the same and then a rostrum struck
The way you read me like you wrote this book
And chapters along it’s still in your eyes

[Chorus]
Now I’m here at your side
As though
The street
That meets our feet might know
We try to rhyme our stride
And head for supplies

[Verse 3]
Across the city there’s a golden chill
A rare holding still
As if somebody’s gonna sing
A dip in tempo for the castanet shoes
No blues and twos
As if somebody’s gonna sing

[Bridge]
We glide
We spin
You end and I begin
I made this mess for you
To sift through for all time
You’re glowing from within
Beneath an autumn sky
We find our rhyming stride
And head for supplies