Hey Keith Haring we followed you following men back into the caves
Back in the day when the Xerox machine and the Polaroid were raging
You made chalk talk to the black
You graffiti love and graffiti loved back
Drew the tension into lines that still vibrate
'Cause there was something on your side that you could not articulate
Call it blood, call it guts
Call it chalk, call it dust
You drew your fire into the lines to clear
You were here
Hey Keith Haring we followed you following Basquiat and Warhol
Back in the day when we shared on the pillars and posted on real walls
You kept a Sharpie in your pack
You gave graffiti love and graffiti loved back
When you ran up from tunnels to the street above
There was no victim just some criminal mischief but they still locked you up
Call it blood, call it guts
Call it chalk, call it dust
You drew your fire into lines so clear
You were here
Hey Keith Haring we followed you following art back into crowds
Back in the day when the galleries stayed far away from lines that loud
You got a pop shop, you got swag
You gave graffiti love and graffiti loved back
In a T-shirt with a drawing of a barking dog
And a baby who was dancing on her way learning how to crawl
Call it blood, call it guts
Call it chalk, call it dust
You drew your fire into lines so clear
You were here