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