Greenpoint Lyrics & Chords By Jason Anderson

the best view of the city, is over the polaski
straddling greenpoint and l.i.c.
the ceptic tank banks of newton creek
i live on lorimer street, bedford ave never had much weight with me
find me on a chair in the back at pete's, i'll be singing for you if you're singing for me
so let's do a song for a thursday night
a sweet one for never quite getting it right
but getting it just close enough to like
the way a moment feels so real

'cause sometimes our number is comin' up black, but not tonight
and there's no looking forward and no looking back, no not tonight
there's no one great meaning, make it up as you go
believe in your friends and believe in yourself and
believe that this insignifigance has
nothing to say about our small significance
i wanna know that i tried
i wanna know that i tried

mostly freaked out by outer space
scared to death of the death that nobody escapes
it waits for the sinners and waits for the saint
and it don't care about the money you make or you save
and it don't even care about how quote unquote noble or evil you were, when it's over, it's over
there's no one reward, no punnishment, no devils hell boud, no angels heaven sent
and in our slow accepting of this, why choose nihilism or being a dick?
for whatever time is our time to exist, and i don't know about you but i love this
i love this
i love this

'cause sometimes our number is comin' up black, but not tonight
and there's no looking forward and no looking back, no not tonight
i've got this limestone of doubt in my brain
i visit that room almost every day
and ask it some questions, chip slowly away
there's something resembling hope in the middle
but i get have big answers and barely a chissle
i do have this breath in my chest and desire
i wanna know that i tried
i wanna know that i tried