Lyrics

ALONG THE FENWAY

Noisy boys in their uniforms
pushing through the turnstile
down under Comm Avenue
I saw the future in somebody's hand
they're gonna steal a wallet--
what does it matter when you're in-between
the black sheep and the chosen one?
the choirs all sing for you--
along the Fenway--

Beautiful my fellow tart queen of the back bay
shaved his head looking for what he lost
there goes the preacher thinks Jesus told him
something I don't know--
listen the voices crying, saying mass
awaiting my conversion
I'll cross the sound for you--
along the Fenway--

Grabbed his daughter by the wrist and pulled her up the stairs
spit on the platform, kissed her face
who is the father descending as I pray
to look the other way--
all around the furrowed brows
on the outskirts of this famine seek an answer
gotta tell all the children too--
along the Fenway--

c 2008 Laura Siersema

Siersema--piano, vocal
Eugene Friesen--cello