All these alleyways that
Pave across our city's gaze
On grids of pure steel
That screech upon our streetcar wheels
Town of the cabbage
Now homes filled with riches
Under the shadows
Of the massive
Financial District
With tight suits and pre-made
Meals for the masses
Lunchin' on your taxes
Right by the Moss Park
Bodies feedin' lost hearts
Market of the St. Lo
Fresh fruits and vegetables
And all these alleyways that
Pave across our city's gaze
On grids of pure steel
That screech upon our streetcar wheels
Students in the Annex
Workin' on the thesis
Hypothesizing Regent Park
Revitalizing broken arcs
Artists at the OCAD
Sketchin' on the notepad
And paintin' bricks on Ossington, Islington and Eglinton
Back to the Junction
My home that's runnin'
North of the Ronces
Parkdale to Swansea
And all these alleyways that
Pave across our city's gaze
On grids of pure steel
That screech upon our streetcar wheels
Hey!
Are you a city that lost it's way?
Do you sing songs of better days?
All I see
Is the city of today
You're a city that lost it's way
Yeah ya sing songs of better days
All I see
Is the city of
All these alleyways that
Pave across our city's gaze
On grids of pure steel
That screech upon our streetcar wheels
Until the silence of the
Street reveals a
Single seat for
Me to watch and ride my night
So high above these subway lines
Dylan Cohen - Alleyways Lyrics
Dylan Cohen - Alleyways Lyrics
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All these alleyways that
Pave across our city's gaze
On grids of pure steel
That screech upon our streetcar wheels
Town of the cabbage
Now homes filled with riches
Under the shadows
Of the massive
Financial District
With tight suits and pre-made
Meals for the masses
Lunchin' on your taxes
Right by the Moss Park
Bodies feedin' lost hearts
Market of the St. Lo
Fresh fruits and vegetables
And all these alleyways that
Pave across our city's gaze
On grids of pure steel
That screech upon our streetcar wheels
Students in the Annex
Workin' on the thesis
Hypothesizing Regent Park
Revitalizing broken arcs
Artists at the OCAD
Sketchin' on the notepad
And paintin' bricks on Ossington, Islington and Eglinton
Back to the Junction
My home that's runnin'
North of the Ronces
Parkdale to Swansea
And all these alleyways that
Pave across our city's gaze
On grids of pure steel
That screech upon our streetcar wheels
Hey!
Are you a city that lost it's way?
Do you sing songs of better days?
All I see
Is the city of today
You're a city that lost it's way
Yeah ya sing songs of better days
All I see
Is the city of
All these alleyways that
Pave across our city's gaze
On grids of pure steel
That screech upon our streetcar wheels
Until the silence of the
Street reveals a
Single seat for
Me to watch and ride my night
So high above these subway lines
Pave across our city's gaze
On grids of pure steel
That screech upon our streetcar wheels
Town of the cabbage
Now homes filled with riches
Under the shadows
Of the massive
Financial District
With tight suits and pre-made
Meals for the masses
Lunchin' on your taxes
Right by the Moss Park
Bodies feedin' lost hearts
Market of the St. Lo
Fresh fruits and vegetables
And all these alleyways that
Pave across our city's gaze
On grids of pure steel
That screech upon our streetcar wheels
Students in the Annex
Workin' on the thesis
Hypothesizing Regent Park
Revitalizing broken arcs
Artists at the OCAD
Sketchin' on the notepad
And paintin' bricks on Ossington, Islington and Eglinton
Back to the Junction
My home that's runnin'
North of the Ronces
Parkdale to Swansea
And all these alleyways that
Pave across our city's gaze
On grids of pure steel
That screech upon our streetcar wheels
Hey!
Are you a city that lost it's way?
Do you sing songs of better days?
All I see
Is the city of today
You're a city that lost it's way
Yeah ya sing songs of better days
All I see
Is the city of
All these alleyways that
Pave across our city's gaze
On grids of pure steel
That screech upon our streetcar wheels
Until the silence of the
Street reveals a
Single seat for
Me to watch and ride my night
So high above these subway lines
Writer: Dylan Cohen
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