Spin Doctors - Shinbone Alley Lyrics
Moonlight through the chicken wire, humming windowpane,Lukewarm water gasping down a rusty drainBig towns in need of mending, street lights make tooth some seamsDenim shadows shuffle in between the beams.Different strokes for different folks soMind your manner and easy on the ethnic jokesIts a dumbbell curve, your trying to tally,All the way down to shin bone alleyStreets are metacarpal and flesh of asphalt calmBuildings rise like fingers from a concrete palmYellow lit apartment trickle through the drapesWindows frame each history hidden even from the fire escapesSullen winter sparrow lends wing to expanse of greySix-thirty-two in the morning on thanksgiving dayAnd the bums they hit their corners, the thunderbird rubs their bonesAnd the crack addicts stare at the snowflakes zigzagging down to greet jonesDifferent strokes for different folks so.....Seven-thirty-two on the same day, your bare feet on the parquetAnd the light so papery white shining past the microwaveKnuckles to eyeballs and elbows on the tableSpend the day gazing from the window gable....
