Nantes
Beirut
3:51Uptown, the street's in a calming way And outside it's warm as a bed with a maid And I find It's all waves and rays, that makes the days go on this way I heard the sad sound of words Spoken from a beak of a wise old bird Uptown where the streets are kept afloat High ground never leaves me alert And of course my childhood, forks and knives He means well, saying Forks and knives and then a hospital bed Where I turned my life over and over again