CRASH TRANSIT - PERIPHERY (feat. JASON CROSBY fiddle/violin)

One poor black man, one poor white
Drinking wine on the tracks on a Tuesday night
They laughed so hard- til the neighbors complained
One was sent home- one's headed Up State

Two little girls on a hopscotch square
Same stockings to their knees - same flowers in their hair
Pigtails-ribbons- and their little button nose
But one can't go where the other one goes

Something in the Periphery
Something just out of sight
Something real that you just can't see
But still goes bump in the night
It's a blindfold- pillow clutch - finger peek
It's a channel that you click fast by
It's something, somewhere just out of reach
Something that just ain't right...

So many people out looking for a fight
So many people thinking wrongs are rights
The "have-nots" lose and the "have-somes" win
Some say this is how it's always been

Something in the Periphery
Something just out of sight
Something real that you just can't see
But still goes bump in the night
It's a blindfold- pillow clutch - finger peek
It's a channel that you click fast by
It's something, somewhere just out of reach
Something that just ain't right...

Call me crazy- maybe call me naive
But this is what I feel- this is what I believe
Say I'm foolish- deaf blind and sick
But a blind eye turned is the Devil's best trick
A blind eye turned is the Devil's best trick
A blind eye turned is the Devil's best trick

Written by:
Philip Richards

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