Third and Seneca

[Verse 1]

In my room at Third and Seneca

See the pigeons peck on tar roof tops

Homeless own the corners they carouse

Ferries float out in the Puget Sound

[Verse 2]

Scenesters with their beards and tennis shoes

Skinny girls and pudgy ugly dudes

Lift their amplifiers from the ditches

Sullen doormen, brooding barroom witches

[Verse 3]

Seattle black, Alaska blue

Oregon grey, raincloud Vancouver

Dead in Denver, drowsy Idaho

Just dreams away from her love, San Francisco

[Verse 4]

In my room at Laurel and Beverly

Your mind blossoms, mine is withering

I'm retiring, you’re aspiring

You're dream-chasing, I’m only escaping

[Verse 5]

Blood orange LA, blood red Arizona

Lonestar Santa Fe, lone palm of Pomona

Old soul San Antonio, dry grass of El Paso

Lifetimes away from your love, I know

[Verse 6]

From my view at 32nd Street

Winter throws its snow down heavily

Empty halls of friends who’ve come and gone

I’m awoken, rushed, and dragged along

[Verse 7]

New York, New York, New Haven, Hoboken

Their skylines appear, spin and pass in fast motion

The words we share dissolve as they’re spoken

All  worlds away from my love