Letras: Lock And Key. Pull Up The Floorboards. Opening.

Ambition crumbles like the wintered Boston streets.
Another day of rain, an empty promise repeats.
Salt stained leather bound the soles of your feet.
Amongst good company, a drink to empathy.

Morning breaks and it's a brand new day.
Growing outward like a plant in the shade.

Hung over from the night, and my back isn't right today. (isn't right today)
But the sun brings back a feeling like the end of a long work day.
Soil breaks, new life penetrates, and we move forward