Brown Study

I was half awake Flying down the interstate Mesmerized by power lines and blighted dour estates And all the things I just felt Somewhere in the rust belt Wondering how many times can a heart melt Still hoping your season will start well Pardon my semantics It's somewhat pedantic But your outline against the Atlantic Well it's idyllic and highly romantic In a dream Oh I took several transfers to the G Line Now Bushwick Inlet's just to our right I'd never seen Manhattan at night I said it's lovely, you said that's right Sidewalks, brownstones, and street posts They line my dreams in complete rows On cold days she wears a pea coat While staring out from the east coast A furtive glance as the fields roll A stray outsider that she knows Could I be someone you need most When I'm so far from the east coast