of two Oh, the scenery comes and the scenery goes And morning feels like the afternoon But I don?t feel foreign or confused anymore In this placeless
Star light, blistering white, black water A thousand motorbikes, black water And housewives still on the run From black water and Killer spelling bees
Sunday night, by subway light But the train is still far away You said you?d come By now everyone is drinking wine From paper cups? Are you lonesome
Singing, low and sweet, A dirge as the water rose To our hearts And we float through a city The stage is deserted and dark Like trailing vines keep
The sun?s like a heavy hand on the visor You?re sketching the scenery as I drive Pacifica opens up on the horizon Stretches of blue ignite and we?re
Baby I know you want to rest Get comfortable with your regrets Don?t want to hear the riot act Get read again Upper west side Central Park view But
You just took off Running through the saw-edged grass We didn?t even turn we knew you would come back No one really knew We tiptoed around the things
Come, come, come We?re all on the run No one sleeps at night The phones all ring The sirens sing The stars seem extra bright And the buildings all light
Swing, baby, swing You?re a bulb on a wire Alone and apart In the heart of the crowd The chaos here it takes you to countries That just get hotter.
So I gave your list to the ones who decide these things And they said ?Sorry, you have to wait.? And I talked to the man who makes all the plans But
