Third and Seneca

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 32 nd 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 love