Brother Barstow - Ithaka

My brother left the city

Get away from it all

Away from high rents

Pollution and traffic

Moved to the desert

Where there is no grass

Just dust and sun and sadness

The rents are low, this is true

But there aren’t many jobs

And the collars are blue

Brother Bartsow

If you’re running from yourself, give it up

Eyes from the skies are on you

Eyes from the skies are on you

My brother left the city

Get away from it all

Away from high rents

Pollution and traffic

Moved to the desert

Where there is no grass

Just dust and sun and sadness

The rents are low, this is true

But there aren’t many jobs

And the collars are blue

Brother Bartsow

If you’re running from yourself

Give it up

Eyes from the skies are on you

Eyes from the skies are on you

People are the key

Not air, water, food like scientists thought

So don’t isolate… integrate

If I catch a rail, I’ll come to say hey

But give me a call if you’re coming my way

Come see the lights once in a while, Brother Barstow

Come see the lights once in a while, Brother Barstow

Come see the lights once in a while, Brother Barstow

Come see the lights once in a while

Brother Barstow

© Ithaka Darin Pappas

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