Two A.M., the birds are chirping outside
And they're keeping me awake
Outside in the backseat of my girlfriend's car, some old rusty window sash weights
Left over from the renovation down below, the old Chinese lady recently died
She's been living in the unit underneath me for 21 years
And has been there since 1975
Gonna take the sash weights to my old house and put them in a circle in the backyard
This winter I'm gonna plant an Italian Pine in the center and let it take root while the rain pours down on it hard
This week, gonna fly to New York and play Sarah Lawrence College
And dust my nylon-string guitar off and play a various selection of songs on it
And something I say will likely be viewed as offensive and cause a student to be alarmed
Or if a college girl is nice to me and I speak to her, it might be misconstrued and I won't be pardoned
Will a nearby voyeuristic blogger read purposefully too deeply into it
Go home, report it on cyber and tug on his dick, and wait for hits
Oh sweet tonight is quiet and the birds outside sing sing sing sing sing sing
And I'm still high from last night, I played with my old friend David J and some nice girls accompanied us on strings
And afterwards we rushed off to see Garland Jeffreys
He sang "New York Skyline," it was one of the most beautiful things that I had ever seen
And after that, gonna record with Nate and Steve in Hoboken
Nate called me yesterday, his wife is pregnant, I told him, "Man, congratulations"
Oh how things change, and that's an interesting part of getting up there in age
Seeing how we all grow older and how our lives and the colors around us change
And they're keeping me awake
Outside in the backseat of my girlfriend's car, some old rusty window sash weights
Left over from the renovation down below, the old Chinese lady recently died
She's been living in the unit underneath me for 21 years
And has been there since 1975
Gonna take the sash weights to my old house and put them in a circle in the backyard
This winter I'm gonna plant an Italian Pine in the center and let it take root while the rain pours down on it hard
This week, gonna fly to New York and play Sarah Lawrence College
And dust my nylon-string guitar off and play a various selection of songs on it
And something I say will likely be viewed as offensive and cause a student to be alarmed
Or if a college girl is nice to me and I speak to her, it might be misconstrued and I won't be pardoned
Will a nearby voyeuristic blogger read purposefully too deeply into it
Go home, report it on cyber and tug on his dick, and wait for hits
Oh sweet tonight is quiet and the birds outside sing sing sing sing sing sing
And I'm still high from last night, I played with my old friend David J and some nice girls accompanied us on strings
And afterwards we rushed off to see Garland Jeffreys
He sang "New York Skyline," it was one of the most beautiful things that I had ever seen
And after that, gonna record with Nate and Steve in Hoboken
Nate called me yesterday, his wife is pregnant, I told him, "Man, congratulations"
Oh how things change, and that's an interesting part of getting up there in age
Seeing how we all grow older and how our lives and the colors around us change
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