Slate

words and music by Peter Katz



On a Thursday in July

Yet another passed us by

Yet another chance to make amends



Walking ashen through the smoke

Coughing up the last of hope

A city surfaced silent and exposed



And we live like monsters

Though our fathers and mothers told us to be good



So gather up your precious things

Take the slate and wipe it clean

There’s time enough for all to be redeemed



And tell me why it boils down

To this game of chess and how

We can all be taken for the pawns?



We live like monsters

Though our fathers and mothers told us to be good

These clockwork disasters

Leave all that matters disregarded



Take the slate and wipe it clean

There’s time enough for all to be redeemed

Take the slate and wipe it clean

In this life we’ll be redeemed

Take the slate and wipe it clean

There’s time enough for all to be redeemed

Take the slate and wipe it clean

I swear to g-d we’ll be redeemed



And we live like monsters

Though our fathers and mothers told us to be good

Well it should be simple

More days of dimples

And more time to make amends

‘Cause in ways all around us

Goodness has found us

And how it becomes us in the end