Music That Speaks to Me
Sometimes a song, is more than a song.
I was bruised and battered, I couldn’t tell what I felt.
I was unrecognizable to myself.
Saw my reflection in a window and didn’t know my own face.
Oh brother are you gonna leave me wastin’ away
On the streets of Philadelphia.I walked the avenue, ’til my legs felt like stone,
I heard the voices of friends, vanished and gone,
At night I could hear the blood in my veins,
It was just as black and whispering as the rain,
On the streets of Philadelphia.Ain’t no angel gonna greet me.
It’s just you and I my friend.
And my clothes don’t fit me no more,
A thousand miles
Just to slip this skin.Night has fallen, I’m lyin’ awake,
I can feel myself fading away,
So receive me brother with your faithless kiss,
Or will we leave each other alone like this
On the streets of Philadelphia.
As always, a nod to Drew at Sarcastic Book Geek for the #MusicMonday idea.