Story Chorus came from a walking tour of San Francisco... found out alot of the avenues were named for war heroes, a couple small alleys... poets.
Lyrics
The night was abandoned, but for thieves and stars thieves and stars and abandon i slept your graces and dreamed the bars falling dreams of soft landings I laid eyes on oceans, with deserts still in my hair I walked from the bowery, to above the tree line
Boys will be boys girls will be wise let the streets take the soldier’s names we’ll keep the skies
out past the break, the sharks are patient the sharks, they swim patiently beyond the waves brave boys stand with sand on their ankles sand on their ankles and tridents raised we stab at a beast from six fathoms under for fortune, for glory, for fame
the tailor trusts the thread and the needle the thread, the needle and the hand of the cloth ignoring the passing fancy of fashion the fancy of fashion is food for the moth ‘cousin, your coat,’ the wild wolf told me ‘can’t cover your collar and chain’
and then when you rise you’re back on the pavement, your hands in your pockets digging for heat knowing words once they’re sung, bare the rungs of tall timber and fell little redwoods on ludlow street