Brian J. N. Davis ✈︎ A Metropolitan Guide

The Hilltop Killers

The killers had carved their names into the wood on a hilltop on the edge of town
We stood looking out as you laughed and proclaimed that “it’s a pirate’s life for me
It’s not all that different from a world full of laws; people take what’s not theirs and ignore the laws that are there”
As the sun goes down over Nassau

Those back-alley jewelers that came out at night, they said “$10 each if you please”
When we begged off, started walking away, they said “$10 each if you don’t
We’re making a living even if it’s hard to see, it’s a modest career but the tourists need souvenirs
And that’s how it’s done here in Nassau”

In the old Spanish fort we kissed and we heard that the killers had long gone away
“That was just an old legend,” they said, “you kids should go find something better
for we don’t have time here for fancies of flight, so go and take your dreams, go and drown them in the sea
And leave this world of Nassau”

When I said this place was so far from home you smiled and said “that’s the point”
You turned and gave the driver a few bucks and said “hey, buddy take us somewhere new”
If Atlantis can rise here from the crashing waves, then a story can rise through the lens of a lullaby
And save our world of Nassau”