I am the brick in the corner wall
Waiting for summer to make me fall
Ivy is climbing my red clay skin
Letting the wild green forest in
Concrete bloom in the middle of May
Turning the grey into gold today
Concrete bloom where the iron rusts
Turning the ruins into a trust
Rusted sedan with a broken glass
Watching the clover and wild oats pass
Vines wrap around like a velvet rope
Giving the dead street a seed of hope
Moss fills the cracks where the asphalt split
Finding a place where the sunlight hit
Green leaves are hiding the old street sign
Tracing a jagged and emerald line
Concrete bloom in the middle of May
Turning the grey into gold today
Concrete bloom where the iron rusts
Turning the ruins into a trust
No more sirens or heavy wheels
Just how the damp morning dew feels
Slow motion movie in emerald hue
Everything old becomes something new
Windows are open to let in the breeze
Swaying the branches of willow trees
Nature is taking the avenue back
Healing the city and filling the crack
Concrete bloom in the middle of May
Turning the grey into gold today
Concrete bloom where the iron rusts
Turning the ruins into a trust
Just look at it grow.
Wild green on the stone.
Concrete bloom.
Concrete bloom.