Bruce Cockburn Alls Quiet On The Inner City Front Lyrics

Alls Quiet On The Inner City Front Lyrics

Blue billboard on the roof next door

Makes a square of light on the
kitchen floor

Smokes rises from a cigarette

There's a dull glisten
where the table's wet

Soft breath rises from the bed

A thousand
question marks over my head 



Turn on the tube but there's nothing
new

The usual panic in red, white and blue

"Military advisors"
marching in the square

Knife-sharp trouser creases slicing air

Private armies on suburban lawns

Shoulders braced against the tidal
dawn

All's quiet on the inner city front

I don't know why I should
but I feel content 



Bell in the fire station tower

Rings out
the measure of the racing hours

I slip through the door to the roof
outside

To gaze at the sign hanging in the sky

That sailor on the
billboard looks so self-possessed

Doesn't have a thing to forgive or
forget

All's quiet on the inner city front.