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 peacoat 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 LyricsFreak