Ed Morales

Lyrics

GREETINGS FROM ASBURY PARK

Driving between the branded lines at midnight
With Bruce from Asbury Park at the wheel
Taking me nowhere somewhere fast
But at least I’m getting there still
From out of the dirt streets of Laredo
Through the corporate
Tin pan alleys of Nashville
Somewhere the truth still sits there in limbo
In the thickness of the summer night’s air
Was I just blinded by the light?
Another spirit in the night
The angel for you lost out there in the flood
It’s hard to be a saint in the city, oh my Lord

Oh, take me down
The narrow road to surrender
To a salvation song or emotional thunder
Grasp the plastic beads in stained glass seats
As sweat and blood serenade to the altar
Heard me a calling then located some blame
Through the rhyme and reason
And the martyred games
Loose pocket time still had no change
Held up signs but lost still the same
Was I just blinded by the light?
Another spirit in the night
The angel for you lost out there in the flood
It’s hard to be a saint in the city, oh my Lord

Pressed through the sieve
Of small-town city limit minds
It’s easy to be filed away in a shelf for all time
It comforts them to lease and loan
Your fifteen minutes that they think they own
Drive me away Bruce, drive me away
To those downtown palaces
And the images of youth
It can’t be the same can it?
I mean you have made it out …

Innocent passion of adolescent screams
Garage band electric guitar prophecies
Now a wisdom’s ballad
Of an older man’s dreams
Flash these words they still cut as deep
So keep blazing out those backstreet songs
Critics always there to shoot you
If you’re right or wrong
But it don’t matter
A wounded apostle keeps going on
‘Cause I know there must be more
I bet Bruce you knew the score
Was I just blinded by the light
Another spirit in the night
The angel for you lost out there in the flood
It’s hard to be a saint in the city, my Lord