Wishing Chair - Boston lyrics

I walk the streets with cobblestones Headphones, hood up, all alone River wind cuts to the bone Hands deep in my pockets I can feel the tears cut through my eyes Call this rain my alibi Cars and trucks go rumbling by Puddle dodging profit These streets are not my home No matter where I roam All I know is love is all that matters I'm looking for a place True love, a state of grace Heaven's face If you see a god, then ask her Pigeons roost then fly away Stone carved heroes of yesterday Sternly watch as if to say, "So you think you can do better" And the temperatures and oceans rise Profits built of wars and lies Those cracker jacks, they take the prize The world's not spinning faster These streets are not my home No matter where I roam All I know is love is all that matters I'm looking for a place True love, a state of grace Heaven's face If you see a god, then ask her So I struggle with these mysteries Why patriots are spilling tea Mannequins watch silently Wait for inspiration And I'll turn my face into this wind Turn my love into a friend Asking to begin again Start the revolution These streets are not my home No matter where I roam All I know is love is all that matters I'm looking for a place True love, a state of grace Heaven's face If you see a god, then ask her These streets are not my home No matter where I roam All I know is love is all that matters I'm looking for a place True love, a state of grace Heaven's face If you see a god, then ask her If you see a god, then ask her If you see a god, then ask her If I see a god, I'll ask her