i woke up, oui be, 2008
a crystal clear night
looking at the hilside
thinking about the climb
wreckage in the yard
the shells of ruined cars
and children playing ball
i woke up on deering street
and my damaged heart could feel
the cold rain and the snow
i had won the war
the flicker of a coal
the smell of incense rising
water on the glass
locking all the doors
staring at the ceiling
time spent just for me
i woke up on deering street
and my damaged eyes could see
sun rays through the storm
i had won the war
something surely changed
something sorely had to
catskill serenade
to find my inner strength
i had to look outside
to open up the door
i woke up on deering street
and my damaged face could feel
the warm breeze from the shore
i had won the war