Dead Reckoning

Blue collar north
Welcomes collarless east
Prodigal daughter home
And I'm still
Younger than her
Even though she's
Forever in stasis
Trapped under tracks
And I'm still
Walking her path
To the station
And the streets have a rhythm
Red brick, blonde brick
Red brick, blonde brick
Blonde brick, red brick
Basket range
And I'm still looking
For her footprints 
In the scrub
Still catch myself
Checking for her shadow
In the blue collar north