Sensible Shoes

The winter here is a week one, even it don't like to hang out here to long
 Just rolls into town and clocks in and sleeps until all the leaves are gone
 The sunlight is strategizing, trying to skip right over town
 The humidity's the only thing to gladly stick around
 All the rest of us are stuck here for reasons we cannot explain
 Everybody here's a stranger we just know each others names
 All our sunrise reverends are sunset sinners too
 We'll be better by our criminals than we will be by you
 So when you're crossing this city
 This city will cross you
 Draw a line through your name
 I've got a line through mine
 Round about last call on dauphin street there's a short parade that scatters from the bars
 A bunch of pretty girls with blistered feet that dig for their keys and try to find their cars
 In those high heeled shoes that they should've know better than to ever wear
 They do a compact mirror makeup check and they exercise that stare they're gonna use
 To turn somebody's head
 Paint another color on their blues
 Me I'm keeping my eyes peeled for one in sensible shoes
 How i hope you find me
 I hope you do it soon
 It don't feel like you're trying but darling if you do
 This place is beautiful the way it mystifies its bad
 Just like if Norman Rockwell painted a methamphetamine lab
 All our consciences are busted they're off doing their own thing
 They'd rather make their living some place else by any other means
 They say everyone who's climbed on top this city's soapbox
 Has leaped from it to their death son
 Of this i am sure I'm no exception