Story Behind The Song

I wrote this will on the A Train in New York City. I realized as I took that train everyday, that I never talked to anyone, that we don't talk to anyone and it made me sad. I wrote this as a prayer that if we could all practice random acts of kindness,

Song Description

Deals with the disconnection we all feel in this world

Lyrics

Graffiti on the rooftops
Antennae from the fifties
A boulevard so broken by the beat
The train coughs out the lonely
On their way to work and home
And I make my way down sentimental streets
I board the battered bus and I take the easy seat
Staring at the stares of starving faces
Riding to Manhattan with the day to day survivors
Through their neighborhoods and sacramental places

Buildings boarded over
Old men on the sidewalks
A town that tells the history of ages
Each person has a story
You can see it in their walk
You can read between their lines and turn their pages
But I live far away where the grass appears much greener
Where you often might forget to lock the door
Though we?re all one on this planet, we?ve got different ways of coping
We?re given each a lot that?s less or more

And I clatter on my way
And I chatter through the day
And I look at people?s lives through their windows
Into town and back
On another beaten track
Wondering how they weather when the wind blows

So you?ll see me in a cafe
Or walking to the subway
And I?ll try to catch your eye if I am able
If I only had the nerve
Or maybe took a chance
I?d offer you a seat across the table
But we live each alone in our solitary shelter
Where we never take for fear of also giving
We tend to turn away, speaking silence to the masses
And wondering how we?ll find the key to living

And we clatter each alone
And we chatter on the phone
And we look at people?s lives through their windows
Into town and back
On another beaten track
Wondering how we?ll weather when the wind blows

When the wind blows......

So if you need a bit of company
An ear or just a voice
Then call someone if only but in passing
You may well get lucky
And find a kindred soul
Who wonders how we?ll weather when the wind blows
Well, I wonder how we?ll weather when the wind blows
When the wind blows