Ah, the City
Philadelphia is spitting
Grit, grime, and glory all over the concrete.
The city is spitting
Not only damned dreams and wronged fiends from its shiny, gray mouth.
Philadelphia is filling
The hearts of happily crazed masses,
The city is knitting
Together charmed partnerships and blind love affairs from the tops of its dark skyscrapers, down.
Philadelphia is killing
Rotten traditions, under a blue-blanketed heaven above
The city is fitting
For youthful strangers, demented hopes, and wondrous dangers.
Philadelphia is thrilling
To the free-spirited chancers,
Who adorn the beautifully blemished streets
The city is sitting
On gloriously uncharted land