New York City streets are hard and unforgiving
In the shadow of the war and those to come
But in the sidewalk cracks the dandelions are growing
Soaking up the glory of the sun
I wish I had a story I could share
All I want is to be clear
I'll take a breath and start again
I see salvation in the air
A Halifax apartment, no number on the door
Warmer than a sleeping bag in May
But some days it's so hard just to make it to the corner
After all the miles that I came
I wish I had a story I could share
All I want is to be clear
I'll take a breath and start again
I see salvation in the air
I guess I was naive to try to be a hero
A kid with just a pinhole of a world
I could have played it safe and worked out in the silo
And settled down with some Cape Breton girl
I wish I had a story I could share
All I want is to be clear
I'll take a breath and start again
I see salvation in the air
I'll find a way to live my life
I've got salvation on my side
I kept on talking, though I did not understand
I was listening though I did not know my name
I'm not alone, not alone, not alone