Bronzeville Gate-Jared Grabb

[ti:Bronzeville Gate] [ar:Jared Grabb] [al:Pulling Weight] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Bronzeville Gate - Jared Grabb [00:26.46]Dark nights cold and petrified [00:30.33]With a golden glaze cast by city lights [00:33.58] [00:34.11]Wash over the huddled hordes [00:37.99]Who curse the train tonight for bringing winter's bite [00:41.43] [00:51.79]And her temples ache [00:53.75]Beneath her scarf her face is wet [00:55.38] [00:55.93]From tears the winds have made [00:58.22] [00:59.79]As the train pulls away she slouches over in wait [01:03.44]The world adrift 'til Clark and Lake [01:06.15] [01:07.43]3rd shift has blurred her cityscape [01:11.41]Green line until the Bronzeville gate [01:15.16]Sundown is her time awake [01:18.61] [01:19.15]And sun up steals her sleep away [01:22.50] [01:26.89]And dark nights spent by the table light [01:30.71]She's reading books and mending quilts [01:32.99]Amongst the sleeping quiet [01:34.23] [01:34.74]She's worn down and tired of playing cop [01:39.68]For this is not the work which she desired [01:42.71]3rd shift has blurred her cityscape [01:46.02] [01:46.58]Green line until the Bronzeville gate [01:49.95] [01:50.46]Sundown is her time awake [01:53.80] [01:54.33]Sun up steals her sleep away [01:57.72] [02:02.01]The 1st‐Floor Man says [02:04.14]Take things slowly [02:05.57] [02:06.08]You'll burn out if you feel so much [02:08.87] [02:09.82]But she worries because a bed lay empty [02:12.78] [02:13.70]One of her girls is out there selling her winter's [02:17.15] [02:17.69]The 1st‐Floor‐Man says [02:19.70]Take things slowly [02:21.56]You'll burn out if you feel so much [02:24.30] [02:25.45]But she worries because a bed lay empty [02:28.47] [02:29.45]One of her girls is out there selling her winter's [02:33.33] [02:38.90]Touch