New York Tendaberry

New York tendaberry, blue berry A rush on rum, of brush and drum And the past is a blue note, inside me I ran away in the morning New York tendaberry, blue berry Rugs and drapes and drugs and capes Sweet kids in hunger slums Firecrackers break and they cross And they dust and they skate And the night comes I ran away in the morning Now I'm back, unpacked Sidewalk and pigeon You look like a city But you feel like religion to me New York tendabery, true berry I lost my eyes, In east wind skies Here where I've cried, where I've tried Where God and the tendaberry rise Where quakers and revolutionaries Join for life, for precious years Join for life, through silver tears New York tendaberry