Atticus Songtext
von Doug Hoekstra

We were dining on the corner
Sitting in the setting sun
The day was getting late
And the night was coming on
I heard the sounds of people talking
All talking right on time
I smelled the coffee brewing
But my fingertips were dry

The waitress was a looker
She did not look at us
There was a fellow on the corner
By the name of Atticus


On the corner
In the dusk
Shadows fall
On Atticus
Shadows rise
Like colored smoke
A silent cry
A secret code

We divvied up the damages
Figured in the tip
Our waitress lit up
A single cigarette
She handed it to Atticus
And he began to smile
We watched her as she listened
And talked with him a while

She shook his hand
Hugged him quick
And tugged on the lapels
Of a tan corduroy coat
That was louder than a bell


On the corner
In the dusk
Shadows fall
On Atticus
Shadows rise
Like colored smoke
A silent cry
A secret code

Didn′t take much for her
To show this man some dignity
I had to ask myself
If I'd dance so gracefully
On the clouds around a corner
Somewhere in the night
Where angels fly and grown men cry
It′s such a pretty sight

A piece of human kindness
Unrequited love
A beautiful white pigeon

A charcoal colored dove

On the corner
In the dusk
Shadows fall
On Atticus
Shadows rise
Like colored smoke
A silent cry
A secret code