Prison Blue Eyes

I’ve got to go downtown
I’ll miss you along the way
I miss your stripes, your Lily whites
That have turned dirty gray
I’ve got to pay that bus
I’ve got to make that fare
I’ll miss the kiss and your crooked teeth
Miss your pixie hair
Cause I hate to see you suffering
Don’t ever want your prison blue eyes to be sad, not once
I know it’s not how it goes
But this worrying was undersold
I’ve got to go down East
Walk down Elliott Street
Wave to the murals with my little girl
Watch the cracks in the concrete
I hear the rain outside
I hear the bell strike late
It’s that you out here coming off the street
Or just the wind blowing the gates?