Lesser Oceans

She asked how's Seattle? and some otherly talk It's okay, it's mostly gray I think I'm just leveling off And sometimes I think I'm running around Like a dog with no song no song And I'm following some flickering lamp In the fog, the fog the fog I know, I know That I'm getting older I don't think they really like me If I could stay just a little longer they might be giving out new grace Think back to the time we drove to Park Slope for a walk It's okay, it's far away I just think I'm measure loss (just think we're measuring loss)