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The Wonder Years

The Paris Of Nowhere

 

The Paris Of Nowhere

(album: The Hum Goes On Forever - 2022)


We're building shrines to St. Nick Foles
In the windows, in the living rooms
I'm playing "Dancing with a Ghost"
In the soft light of the afternoon
I'm alone in the house where your sister died

We're building shrines to St. Nick Foles
In the churches, in the alleyways
I watched the river overflow
From the Schuylkill in the pouring rain
I'm alone in the house where your sister died
On the block that you lived your entire life

And I take the same train I did at nineteen
We danced on the benches in an empty Market East

Throw me into the Delaware
And leave me down at the bottom there
The black lung of the East Coast
The Paris of nowhere
Throw Into the Delaware
And leave me down at the bottom there
Desperate, kind, and cut-throat
The Paris of nowhere (Paris of nowhere)

We're planting gardens in the potholes
When no one comes to fill them in
I'll love you when nobody else will
All shoulder chips and paper skin
You're a kid swinging off of a traffic light
You're a block party outside a junkyard fire

Throw me into the Delaware
And leave me down at the bottom there
The black lung of the East Coast
The Paris of nowhere
Throw me into the Delaware
And leave me down at the bottom there
Desperate, kind, and cut-throat
The Paris of nowhere

Two feet of snow on the ground, and it's still coming down
(So I'm gonna dig you out, I'm gonna dig you out)
It must get lonely without Colleen and Cheryl around
(I'm gonna dig you out, I'm gonna dig you out)
Still got the flowers we found taped to the door of our house
(I'm gonna dig you out, I'm gonna dig you out)
You were always looking out

Throw me into the Delaware
And leave me down at the bottom there
The black lung of the East Coast
The Paris of nowhere
Throw me into the Delaware
And leave me down at the bottom there
Desperate, kind, and cut-throat
The Paris of nowhere
The Paris of nowhere
The Paris of nowhere

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