Strange Currencies: A Podcast For Songwriters

Streetlight Oh streetlight Under starlight Guide me Home tonight Stranded On 1st Avenue And my only way to 8th Is on these old shoes Just passed Beth Israel I’m not convinced I’m completely miserable Bought your EP And there’s a tinfoil pizza In Queens awaiting me Third draft In too deep But when I get home The neighborhood’s asleep And who needs a life raft When you’ve got a good buoy? I can only live the life Which feels true to me If there’s no time There’s no time Which is yours or mine By sunlight The streetlight Is godlike From its omniscient height And the stage in The Map Room Is occupied by ghosts That could never breakthrough I take Attendance Circle a bubble To confirm a child’s existence Tell me How to reach you While minding deliverance Is beyond my purview Everyone wants An answer As if it would be the same For each and every one of them And who needs innocence Compared with the variety of Experience I’d bet your life stays the same Wheth