Boston

The city lights shouldn't be allowed to shine
With your eyes so cloudy
And your heart not right

Everyone speeding
Car horns beeping
People smoking their cigarettes
Getting one last fix
Before God calls them away
Just like he almost came for you

This life, so short, but so hard
It passes you by, conscious or not

The city ages, and so do we
But we stick together
Like spring time grass and the color green