“I’m Gonna Assemble a City” Lyrics

I’m gonna assemble a city right in the heart of their war. I’m gonna sit in my lawn chair, as the missiles and maggots bore. I’m gonna sit in my lawn chair with a pointed but good-natured grin, letting the strangers that pass know they are always welcome to come in.

I’m gonna assemble a city right at the steps of their door. I’m gonna climb up their flagpole – that is what flagpoles are for. I’m gonna juggle some apples, and balance my chair on my chin, pulling the strangers that pass up. They are always welcome to dig in.

I’m gonna assemble a city right outside heaven’s gate. I’m gonna set up a small booth, and give away good lemonade. I’m gonna set up a tall truth that could just as well be a lie. But the point will remain that the people who pass are always welcome to come inside

I’m gonna assemble a city for the armies upon their return, for the old hearts approaching their last march, and the young hearts that rumble and churn. Who’s gonna live in my city? That is not for me to say. But the sign at the front makes it perfectly clear everybody is welcome to stay.

I’m gonna assemble a city.