From the recording America, Dreaming

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Weighing Like a City Gate

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Lyrics

who comes to the bar on this fine evening
it’s Johnny, well he owns the place
in truth he has not looked that great of late

it’s a quiet night and I’m singing
the church bells have long stopped ringing
and I’m still holding hope that some will come

how it’s lonely when the second-hand does run

hey, don’t you look at me that way
I’m trying to express the pain
that gift and opportunity have laid
laid, laid, laid on me

I’ll never be a doctor
I’ll never cut the cord
I’ll just keep on bringing life to these old words

maybe there’s an architect
than I can lay my head down next
until then I guess I’m strumming this guitar

how it’s lonely when you’re looking out so far

hey, don’t you look at me that way
I’m trying to express the pain
that gift and opportunity have laid
laid, laid, laid on me

hey, don’t you look at me that way
as if to say I’m second rate
for trying to express my pain
how gift and opportunity
are weighing like a city gate
that I don’t have the patience to
figure out the open clue

hey, don’t you look at me that way
I’m trying to escape