Tim Finn Follow

San Francisco New York Citystrangely silent strangely emptyHis graffiti filled the subwayBut where's my brotherHe could keep you up for hoursin a town of wilting flowersI can more or less continue my lifeI can give in or I can tryHit the ground runningHit the ground running for your lifeDeadly virus so few survivorscreeps up quickly leaves you darklyBut where's my brotherwhen you're standing shoulder to shoulderFear and anger make you bolderI can more or less continue my lifeI can give in or I can tryHit the ground runningHit the ground running for your lifeHe could keep you up for hoursHe could keep you up for hoursI can more or less continue my lifeI can give in or I can tryHit the ground runningHit the ground running for your lifeI can always hit the street swayingbut there's no one there to catch you when you fallHit the ground runningHit the ground running for your lifeI went to the river on the Lower East Sidecried and cried and cried and criedWent to the River on the Lower East SideI cry cry cry cry cried