My Lady Of The Underpass

(Words and music by and © Talis Kimberley, 2005)

My Lady of the Underpass, it’s me again,
I didn’t mean to trouble you so soon
I haven’t had a restful night since Thanksgiving
Been staring out the window at the Moon
It’s hard enough to keep your faith – in anything:
Gods or saints or family or friends
My cousin won’t set foot inside a church again
And ‘sorry’ won’t begin to make amends

I’m not sure I believe in you, I’ve spent so long
Not believing anything at all
But I’m shaking and my eyes are full of sudden tears
Looking at your picture on the wall

And what have saints to do with us in any case
The isolation, everything so fast
They never knew the underpass, the urban sprawl
They’re coloured panes and stories from the past
My Lady of the Underpass, it’s me again,
I even brought a candle here to light
I used to do this all the time when I was young
Back when I believed in wrong and right
But I’ll never tell the grey-faced priests or churchmen why
I fled here to Chicago when I did
I’m told I’ve got a problem with authority
And sometimes hidden things are best left hid

My Lady of the Underpass, it’s me again,
Looking at your picture on the wall
And I’m shaking and my eyes are full of sudden tears
And I don’t believe in anything at all


A Little Bit About 'My Lady Of The Underpass'...

There was a stain on the underpass wall somewhere in Chicago. Some folk looked at it and saw a stain on the wall. Some saw an image of Mary. Did their prayers and candles, then, make the place holy?


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