Forgotten Foundation

(coughing) Five AM and the scaffolding is cold Another tower rising as the

story is told

I laid the rebar,

I poured the stone But at the end of the shift I

walk home alone

My sweat is dried in the cracks of the street While they're

warm in the sky,

far above my feet

I built these walls but I'm locked outside

(locked out) Underneath the shadow where the forgotten hide

They walk right past like I'm made of glass But my name

is written in the steel and the brass

Look up at forty stories,

that's my spine But my name ain't on the lease,

not a single line They got glass lobbies,

they got crystal chandeliers Paid with my calluses and twenty-some-odd years Now

the neighborhood's changed, I can't afford the rent

On the very pavement where my youth was spent (how is that

right?)

I built these walls but I'm locked outside

(locked out) Underneath the shadow where the forgotten hide

They walk right past like I'm made of glass But my name

is written in the steel and the brass

I'm in the foundation...

(yeah) In every girder...

They won't see me,

but I'm here.