The last fall of the morning rain drips off the wino's shoes
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He's sleeping in a cardboard tent too drunk to know its through
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But the rainbow from this morning sun can't be too far behind
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Down his alley where the sun won't shine the blind must lead the blind
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Ten stories up the boy looks out his face pressed to the screen
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He heard the thunder rolling in it woke him from his dream
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And his mother's calling out to him boy get up and make your bed
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But that kid's a thousand miles away hasn't heard a word she said
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CHORUS:
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But as long as the grass will grow
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In the cracks of the sidewalk
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Next to the old lampposts
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As long as the birds will fly
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In the thick broken air against a highrise sky
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Then the morning sun will shed it's light
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On the city down below
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Inside a cab, the driver yawns, he's worked an all night shift
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He sets his meter one last time before he call it quits
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The heartbeat of the homeless still echoes in the streets
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They're all wrapped in coats and blankets don't have enough to eat
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CHORUS
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As Long As The Grass Will Grow
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Bill Miller |