East

This evening the pigeons turned to bars of gold
 In the sun's last light
 And across the river, Camden is a guilded kingdom
 on the verge of night
 And so poised here at the edge of the city
 I'm getting high on the sound
 Of the buzz of 95
 And the scent of something going down.
 CHORUS:
 East, baby, where the South Street floats into the sky.
 Tonight east is all I need to finally start to feel defined.
 And so a man standin' out over the highway
 As an autumn twilight chills his skin
 At last has come to terms that where he's from
 is more then where he's been
 Now the traffic in the flashing shadows of the final glow
 Are just a rush of burning chariots driven by the ancient lure of home
 And with my hands tucked deep down in my pockets
 I see my own breath in the light
 Of the east that holds and soothes me
 As I spin west into Friday night.
 *CHORUS*