Rosa & Reseda (Live from Asbury Park)

I'd like to send this one out to Rosa

We used to smoke on the fire escape
Now we just smoke in the living room
On the plastic patio chairs that the last tenant left
I came to Reseda for the cheap rent and the distant listless gloom
I answered a Craigslist ad for a roommate
And Rosa was it

She waits tables on the weekdays
Picks up any shift she can
And I paint houses that I can't afford to live in
Scraping by with what we've got to pay the rent

We used to smoke on the fire escape
Now we just smoke in the living room
And I play her the songs that I wrote last year
When shit got dim
And her boyfriend's nice as hell
He works down at the Jiffy Lube
And they teach me Spanish at night
We eat what she takes from her shift

They both think I can be something if I try
They come out to all the open mics
He's looking around to help me find a van that I could buy

She waits tables on the weekdays
Picks up any shift she can
I paint houses that I can't afford to live in
Scraping by with what we've got to pay the rent

And mom wants to know how sunny California's been
Says the Island's been cold
It sounds like she's over it
Tells me Catherine's moving home
Her husband's been pretty sick
And there's a doctor they hope
Has better luck diagnosing him

We used to smoke on the fire escape
Now we just smoke in the living room
And the lease is up, and we'll never see that deposit again
Rosa's moving in with her boyfriend
I'm going to drive off somewhere new
When I so desperately needed a friend
Rosa was a friend