Postcard From the East Side

Lyrics

Dear old friend, it's me from the east side
Still got the same stoop, still got the same ride
Wrote this on the back of a corner-store receipt
Picture on the front is the avenue, our street
Remember them nights we ran till the lights came on
Now half of us moved and the other half are gone
But the bakery's open and the steam's still there
Smell of morning bread in the cold night air

This a postcard from the east side
Wish you were here for the ride
Concrete and sunsets, all of it's true
Every block still got a piece of you
Postcard from the east side, ink on my thumb
Tell me where you at, tell me where you from

Mama's still on the third floor, window light on
Asks about you every time the news comes on
I told her you're doing good, working through the grind
Hope that's the truth and you're peace of mind
Barber's got a new chair, same old jokes
Basketball court got a net now, no more ropes
Tagged on the wall, your name is still there
Faded in the paint but I swear it's still fair

This a postcard from the east side
Wish you were here for the ride
Concrete and sunsets, all of it's true
Every block still got a piece of you
Postcard from the east side, ink on my thumb
Tell me where you at, tell me where you from

Don't need a reply, just know that it's sent
Little bit of home, that's all that I meant
If you ever pass through, the door is unlocked
Kettle on the stove and the clock don't clock
I'll stamp it with a thumbprint and a line of the rain
Drop it in the box on the corner of the lane
East side forever, that's the signature
Heart on the paper, that's the closure

This a postcard from the east side
Wish you were here for the ride
Concrete and sunsets, all of it's true
Every block still got a piece of you
Postcard from the east side, ink on my thumb
Tell me where you at, tell me where you from

East side, east side
Wish you were here