Jenny left from Idaho
And made her home in Capitol Hill
In a 300 square foot studio
Above a coffee shop near the Broadway Grill

And every night she walks the block
To trade in her time for cheap thrills
And everyone she meets is cool
But just out of reach and it kills

She used to spend her nights
By firelight and singing to the stars
Now she’s ours
Now she's ours

Kevin left from Denver
Where the air is clear and people are nice
And he traded it for sea level
Tor misty rain, what a bitter compromise

For now he felt
Like he belonged to those who understood him
But he sold his soul to fight right in
And he watched his friends desert him
He used to spend his nights by candlelight
And drinking wine to vinyl
Now he’s ours
Now he’s ours

It’s a city of orphans
Who had nowhere to go
So they cashed in their dreams
Headed northwest to the sea
And they called it their home

But most don’t belong here
We’re all running away
And we’ll drain you dry of all semblance of life
We don’t give we just take, take, take

But this city has no Bible
There’s no meaning you can use
We’re all desperately searching for truth

We’re a city of orphans
Who had no place to go
So we cashed in our dreams
Filled our glasses with Beam
And our bodies with smoke

And we spend every weeknight
Trading pints at the Streamline
And we talk about truth
And we talk about love
But we wake up to lies, lies, lies

It’s a city of orphans
Where did our fathers go
We stumble around
In the bad part of town
At the end of our ropes

But there are no answers
On the tables of oak
If God could just hear us
We think that He’s near
But He left long ago

We’re a city of orphans
What do we do to ourselves?
We take all the good
And the heaven around us and turn it to hell
We take all the good
And the heaven around us and turn it to hell
We take all the good
And the heaven around us and turn it to hell

Jenny left from Idaho
And made her home in Capitol Hill

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