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Peggy Watson: Music

Back in the Neighborhood

(Peggy Watson)
words/music by P. Watson
Back in the neighborhood, where life is bittersweet
Where precious love is lost along the dirty streets
The fences falling down, the papers blow around
Where lonely blades of grass push through the broken glass
Back in the neighborhood

I trace the battlescars among the broken cars
And premonitions scralled across the crumbling walls
I feel your firey hands, I see the place we lay
Our stolen paradise, the world was far away
Back in the neighborhood

My memories are begging me
To leave the past in its debris
I’ve often thought I’ve won the fight
But it still haunts me every night

I hear the laughter float across the morning air
The children seized the day without a single care
They rode on battered bikes and fantasies
No time to swallow the uncertainty
Back in the neighborhood

Back in the neighborhood, where I spent half my years
I knew what living was, the future never clear
We carved our promises on dying coral trees
And cast our wishes to the farthest galaxies
Back in the neighborhood

My memories are begging me
To leave the past in its debris
I’ve often thought I’ve won the fight
But it still haunts me every night