Jonathan Vassar & Duncan Adams - The Stairs

Across from the Key Bridge
Where M St. turns into Canal Northwest
I find myself again
I can't count how many times I've been through this

From the lot the steps lead up to Prospect
Narrow, steep pitched stone
The night pressed dark against me
And my thoughts like iron rusted through

I can't remember what it meant
And why he did what he did
But I can still picture it
And can't get it out of my head

I climb the flight, the fall's hollow
Resounding loudly like a drum
The night pressed dark against me
And my thoughts like iron rusted through

I can hear the wind
Coming down from 36th
Just when I start to feel it
I start to slip

Thank god for the rail and my companion
For my steady hand and for my post
The night pressed dark against me
And my thoughts like iron rusted through

Written by:
Jonathan Vassar

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