(Verse 1) I’m sorry, I didn’t hear what you say, My mind got stuck lookin’ back that way, Right across from Greenbush Spring, Where the Tiki Bike hums and the night birds sing. That corner of Wilson and Olive Street, Had a front-row seat to the Fresno heat, Every soul took a turn on them steps, Dreams and demons both took reps. (Chorus) I was too busy lookin’ at the stoop, Where the lost and the lucky would all regroup, Dope fiends noddin’, somebody scratchin’ a win, And a girl on the phone just ventin’ again. Now it’s gone, like it never had roots, I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you — I was lookin’ at the stoop. (Verse 2) That landlord tore it down last June, Said too many nights, too many spoons, Too many fights in the shadowed glow, Of the liquor store lights and the Tiki show. But man, that place had a pulse and a beat, Stories soaked deep in that busted concrete, Every face that passed had a tale or two, Even the quiet ones knew what it’d been through. (Chorus) I was too busy lookin’ at the stoop, Where hope got high and the pain ran loose, Where the city’s veins all bled right through, Fresno nights and that Olive view. Now it’s gone, but it still feels new, I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you — I was lookin’ at the stoop. (Bridge) You could hear laughter, you could hear cries, Hear the truth hide behind them eyes, People just chasin’ a spark or a prayer, And now it’s empty air where they used to stare. (Outro) So when you talk, and I drift away, Know my head’s still parked on that block today, The Tiki Bike hummin’, the city in a loop, Yeah, I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you — I was lookin’ at the stoop.
