The City Of Our Lady

[Verse 1] On a city train heading down the line The faces of the strangers show the passing of the time History is hanging as a picture in a frame Everywhere we go we are the child of where we came [Verse 2] Itty bitty little baby cry with all your might Darkened by the daytime in a city full of lights Blind to insurrection but in battle all the same Everywhere we go we are the child of where we came Everywhere we go we are the child of where we came [Verse 3] The city of our lady, queen of all the angels Lingers in the ringing of the iron mission bells Changing all the faces, saving all the names Everywhere we go we are the child of where we came Everywhere we go we are the child of where we came Everywhere we go we are the child of where we came