Boots on concrete
Don't slip on the leaves

Smile at the strangers
They'll know what you mean

Clouds like cathedrals
The night hits the sea

And I walk to the high line

Ship's gonna take me at midnight

The storm sounding out like an overture
It's time to join the marching line

Take back your vest
You don't know what love is
Like a bullet in the chest

And I never say it
Never known a day without a quiet regret

So I walk to the high line
Ship's gonna take me at midnight

Storm sounding out like an overture
It's time to join the marching line;

Leave it all behind, and join the marching line

There's no captain who calls What's your name?

In an army of one

It's just me and a drum

Do you know a love like a bullet in the chest?

Ships on grey seas

The waves keep the time like my heartbeat

It's an overture

It's time to join the marching line,

Leave it all behind and join the marching line

Fortune tellers, fortunes tell her