Brandon Seyferth and I got into Sturgeon Bay around 2am Saturday morning June 4th and set about to putting all my studio gear up in Gabe and Marcia's loft. Saturday afternoon/night we started writing songs together and this one popped out. It uses the magic chord that Greg D'Alessio showed me back in Feb. I'd still like to toy with the words on this one, and I think the choppy guitar sounds a shade to retro Cars... but I like the basic premise f the song. This was inspired by a ride on the Chicago Elevated train, looking down on all the tiny little patios that get squeezed in between the brownstones.

From the sky you look so small
Like a fly crawling on a wall
With your flowers in a concrete stall
Filled with sand
But the sun can't reach the ground
And you run with a vicious crowd
Through shadows stretched in squares
Harlem bound

Mister Blue, Mister Blue
Hear the sound
From the rain in the sky falling down
If you lift up your head
You can hear my love again
From the canyons of glass all around

With your coat on a rail
And our beer bottles in a pail
The town hangs from a scale
Sirens blare
Say a word, call for light
If I cry it won't be tonight
If the walls close in tight
I'll be there

Raise your eyes
Feel the sky