Grace Cathedral Hill

Grace cathedral hill All wrapped in bones of setting sun All dust and stone and moribund I paid twenty-five cents to light a little white candle For a new year's day I sat and watched it burn away Then turned and weaved through slow decay We were both a little hungry so we went to get hot dog Down the hyde street pier This light was slightly disappeared The air it stunk of fish and beer We heard a superman trumpet play the national anthem And the world may be long for you But it'll never belong to you But on a motorbike when all the city lights blind your eyes tonight Are you feeling better now? --- Grace Cathedral Hill - The Decemberists