Holy Equation

[Verse] God bless this city Steel-beamed and starless Exhaust and graffiti A dirty glass forest Surrounded by faces Always a tourist God bless this city I′ve just got to say This whole thing is really Keeping me humble The discount groceries And the timing-belt trouble I'm waking up early I′m bussing the tables This whole thing is really A hopeless equation [Chorus] The math doesn't add up There's holes in the fabric of dreams You see right through Good luck to the lucky few And God bless the rest of us fools [Verse] And God bless my neighbor Her pit bull′s barking Thе boyfriend who robbed her Was sеarching for something To ease that feeling That mortal labor God bless that woman She always waves At the old Russian couple Who walk in circles Bright-colored kerchief And hard world smiles The harshest language Is one that fails to give a person Endless value [Chorus] The math doesn′t add up There's holes in the fabric of dreams You see right through Good luck to the lucky few And God bless the rest of us [Verse] And God bless this country I cry about it Gold dust blooming From black gunpowder A proud explosion Of hope and anger God bless this whole mess And God bless my neighbors The purple bicycle kid rides home His arms outstretched In the flight path, soaring A pickup swerves and honks his horn If God exists, that math is holy