In morning

In the morning
The pavement unrolls in the morning
In the morning

The bridges unroll
From the night before
From the bright before
The light already is dawning

And they pack up all their lights
In the morning  from the night
Before
In the morning

In the morning
The bridges wrap up the lampposts
And they roll the steel girders
Like a scarf and they
Walk off down the river path
And leave all the people standin'
Wonderin' about
Who they are
Why they can't cross the river
No more
So they go home
Don't go to work

Under the arches
Where they stand up in starches
Like shirts
On a dirty washing line
Under the arches where
The people marches
To the men in their moustaches
Next to the larches
Where the river pines
For the ones who were there
And the ones who don't care
And the ones laid bare
In the lines

In the morning where the pavement unfurls
Like a carpets of tarmac curls
And the steams whispers up from the cracks
And the men with the loads
On their backs
Are hauling themselves
Up the tracks
To work
For the finger less gloves
To the grains in their palms
And the sands in the arms
Of their loves
Who they roll like an oyster
Against themselves
And turn their grit into pearls
As the pavement unfurls

In the morning of our lives
In the street car dives
Where the trams they crawl like
Snails
They crawl through the sprawl
Of the big city brawl
That breaks all their shells
With their horns and their yells
But the garden it keeps on a growin'
Like a flourishing thing
This kingdom of the urban king
In his concrete jungle
But the lions lost their tongues
On the bridge of no ones
And the animosity of a freedom
The anonymity of a freedom
Where they can forget themselves
In the jungle where they run
With the pavements in the morning