Rocks in my pocket
Blood on the stair
Followed you down to the sea
It wasn't the first
Or even the worst
Though much still remains to be seen
Beautiful losers
Each in their way
Or are they just pretty to me?
Imperfect rhyme
Better sometimes
And some time is all that you need
Walk-up apartments
Underground trains
Living someplace in between
Stiles and hedgerows
Soft summer air
Like waking up to a dream
Highway reminders
Pointing the way
Oh how familiar they seem
No time to rest
We head further west
There's someplace that I've got to be
