I went out the door this morning
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Walked along the concrete cracked and aged by elements that don't discriminate and don't give warning
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And I walked alone
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I went up to 16th St and looked into the windows of a restaurant
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The guy standing next to me said it looked pretty good so I proceeded to give him a bunch of reasons
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Why I didn't think the place could make it and he said, I think too much
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And I said, I know
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I know my world is better than it seems and I try to be content with everything
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But even knowing doesn't stop your heart from feeling
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That's why I'm going where I'm going
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Going down, going down, down to Josie's house and that's where I'll play
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Going down, going down, down to Josie's house and that's where I'll stay
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I decided I'd be happier if only I could feel the cool, wet grass beneath my feet
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I had tried it while I thought of all the words to make this song complete
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I went up to John St Park and there I met an old lady feeding ducks
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The back of her hand had been bleeding and she didn't even know it
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She told me I'd be more handsome if I smiled
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So we talked about the weather, she told me about her family and
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She said I should meet her granddaughter, and I smiled
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The smell of people in the street
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I tasted life and life was sweet
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The sound of colors in the air Of breathing mist and choral fare
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Arriving anywhere in time, the feet are beating out a rhyme
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I turned my body toward the south, I'm going down to Josie's house
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Josie's House
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| Jupiter Sunrise |
