Third and Seneca Sun Kil Moon

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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

Scenesters with their beards and tennis shoes
Skinny girls and pudgy ugly dudes
Lift their amplifiers from the ditches
Sullen doormen, brooding barroom witches

Seattle black, Alaska blue
Oregon grey, raincloud Vancouver
Dead in Denver, drowsy Idaho
Just dreams away from her love, San Francisco

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

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

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

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