How We Are Beacon Lyrics

These grey skies are home to me.
The cityscape has become something I long to see.
Driving home from the west side can you feel the bitter pride?
It can't be washed away so easily.
The lights breathe life where you couldn't see.
Right in front of your eyes.
We havr this city to ourselves.
Standing at high falls, with the Genesee under our feet.
I'm home in the flower city.
You have my heart.