Long Overcoat

I came with the last of the apples
Ladies and Northern Spies
I came for the wild of a town you knew
So well that it was not wild

We are living like some of the youngest
Like fingers in a fist

When it all starts to fall apart
We’ll run, we’ll stay off the roads
Under the walls and the tower guns
We’ll talk to each other in codes

Or maybe I can get up on your shoulders
Put on a fake mustache and a long overcoat?

We could walk right out
We could walk right out
We could walk right out
We could walk right out