In my room at Third and Seneca See the pigeons peck on tall roof tops Homeless on the corners, they carouse Ferries float out in the Puget Sound Scenesters with their beards and tennis shoes Skinny girls and pudgy ugly dudes Lift their amplifiers from the ditches Southern doormen brood in barroom witches Seattle black, Alaska blue Oregon grey, raincloud Vancouver Dead in Denver, drowsy Idaho Just dreams away from your love, San Francisco In my room at Laurel and Beverly Your mind blossoms, mine is withering I'm retiring and you're aspiring You're dream-chasing, I'm only escaping Blood orange LA, blood red Arizona Lonestar Sante Fe, lone palm La Pomona Old soul San Antonio, dry grass of El Paso Lifetimes away from your love, I know From my view at 32nd Street Winter throws its snow down heavily Empty halls of friends who've come and gone I'm awoken, rushed, and dragged along New York, New York, New Haven, Hoboken The skylines appear spinning past in fast motion The words we shared dissolved as they're spoken All the worlds away from my loveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
