when you're home

i used to think we lived at the top of the world

when the world was just a subway map

and the one-slash-nine

climbed a dotted line to my place

there's no nine train now

right

i used to think the bronx was a place in the sky

when the world was just a subway map

and my thoughts took shape

on that fire escape. can you remind me of what it was like

at the top of the world?

come with me

we begin july

with a stop at my corner fire hydrant

you would open it every summer!

i would bust it with a wrench

till my face got drenched

till i heard the sirens

then i ran like hell!

you ran like hell!

yeah

i ran like hell!

i remember well!

to your father's dispatch window

hey