third and seneca
sun kil moon
in my room at third and seneca
see the pigeons peck on tall roof tops
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
southern doormen brood in barroom witches
just dreams away from your love
in my room at laurel and beverly
i'm retiring and you're aspiring
lifetimes away from your love
from my view at 32nd street
winter throws its snow down heavily
empty halls of friends who've come and gone
the skylines appear spinning past in fast motion
the words we shared dissolved as they're spoken
all the worlds away from my love