A Camp

Every town has a secret heart
That beats every citizen an underground
I set my clock to the bootleg near end
Broken hands spin around and round
I'm on my way just like every day
To get milk and kerosene
But my reflection in the butcher's window isn't me
I freeze.
This is Chinatown
A state of mind
This is Chinatown
Is just a state of mind
The sky was blue but I wouldn't know
I was counting cracks in the concrete
I'm memorized them from A to B