Nikita Boone - Up on Grand

The hours stretch to dawn
I put the past behind me
Venus high in the sky
Burning she's shining brightly

My life it clings to a doorway
A cat smiles up in my face
A rat a tat tat with a cane and a cap
The irregular feel of the world of the street

There's no place to fall when you can't fall asleep
Unwilling to take it alone
But up on Grand nothing comes easy
Waking fire born on a thin blue line

Before I couldn't understand the makings of a man
The makings of a happy man
It's a man up on Grand
Up on Grand

Always a quiet man
I never killed the loner
Thousands bubble in my soul
But dreams wash away before they can grow

Sleepers they can dream
Lovers they wrestle as one
I feel their touch upon my face
The smell of death on a baby's first breath
We were happy to be happy and free

Unwilling to take it on alone
Up on Grand nothing comes easy
Waking fire born on a thin blue line
Before I couldn't understand the makings of a man
The makings of a happy man

Spent the night up on Grand no I couldn't understand
The makings of a happy man
Just a night up on Grand

Up on Grand
Up on Grand
Up On Grand

Written by:
Barbara Solomon, Victor Harrison

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