In honor of 9-11, I've been listening to Springsteen's The Rising album today. My City of Ruins is probably my favorite song on it, even though it predates the album. (Bruce wrote it about Asbury Park, but it took on a new meaning after 9-11.)
But somehow, today, I kept coming back to this song instead. Yeah, we're still here--we survived. But the skyline is still painfully empty: