Chris Bergson - Hector and Donna

Hector’s open-air haberdashery
At the tip of the island
Across from Lady Liberty
He sells caps proclaiming New York number one
But now the tourists don’t come
So he sits on a bench shivering in the mid-day sun

His wife Donna tended bar up at The Ridge
Now they sleep behind sandbags
Underneath the Manhattan Bridge
She lights a broken charcoal grill
And washes a dish in a puddle
from the riverboats’ swill

It’s all too painful, when you stop and look back
Hector says as he takes a hit of crack
We got two kids, ages 3 and 6
How much longer can we go on
living like this

We worked so hard, it’s insane
I do this now
Just to numb the pain
Just to numb the pain
And late at night
When the kids are asleep
Hector stares at the river
And begins to weep

Written by:
CHRIS BERGSON

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