Seattle - The Classic Crime

my real last thing

my life is dull

and dried up like the sound

a voice makes when the heart grows cold

and its going that way

I think i’ll move out of state

somewhere far from Seattle city lights

they burn my eyes

California sounds nice but California’s a lie

maybe I’m out of luck or maybe I’m just blind

oh, this time

rain on my hopes

rain on my soul

rain on everything that i know

it feels so ludicrous

the pursuit of this dream

we thought we’d be there long ago

my life is like a rolling river

somebody and absurd

and although i might be mistaken

I know that i’ll be heard

and i find the second i try to pull away

I’m thrown back in line

oh, this time

rain on my hopes

rain on my soul

rain on everything that i know

it feels so ludicrous

the pursuit of this dream

we thought we’d be there long ago

and we are all looking for the same thing

the same thing

Seattle is calling me back home