Downtown north past the airport A dream in switchgrass and concrete Three gray floors of smoky windows Facing the street
Michael pulls the blinds back up Stares blankly at the intersection Watching for the guy who's got the angel dust Crystal clear connection
Days like dominos All in a line We cheer for the home team every time Lakeside View, Lakeside View Lakeside View for my whole crew
Most nights now sleep in the kitchen Keep my face cool on the floor And John, John comes by to drop off his envelopes Still playing postman after all these years
Pull down my army surplus jacket Dig through some drawers to find the keys Emerge transformed in a million years From days like these
Under each eye little greasepaint smudge You can't judge us - you're not the judge Lakeside View, Lakeside View Lakeside View for my whole crew
And just before I leave I throw up in the sink One whole life recorded In disappearing ink
And Ray left a message thumbtacked to the door I don't even bother trying to read them anymore Lakeside View Lakeside View, Lakeside View for my whole crewTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
