Flying down the interstate
Mesmerized by power lines and blighted dour estates
And all the things I just felt
Somewhere in the rust belt
Wondering how many times can a heart melt
Still hoping your season will start well
Pardon my semantics
It's somewhat pedantic
But your outline against the Atlantic
Well it's idyllic and highly romantic
In a dream
Oh, I took several transfers to the G Line
Now Bushwick Inlet's just to our right
I'd never seen Manhattan at night
I said it's lovely, you said that's right
Sidewalks, brownstones, and street posts
They line my dreams in complete rows
On cold days she wears a peacoat
While staring out from the east coast
A furtive glance as the fields roll
A stray outsider that she knows
Could I be someone you need most
When I'm so far from the East Coast
I was half awake Flying down the interstate Mesmerized by power lines and blighted dour estates And all the things I just felt Somewhere in the rust belt Wondering how many times can a heart melt Still hoping your season will start well Pardon my semantics It's somewhat pedantic But your outline against the Atlantic Well it's idyllic and highly romantic In a dream Oh, I took several transfers to the G Line Now Bushwick Inlet's just to our right I'd never seen Manhattan at night I said it's lovely, you said that's right Sidewalks, brownstones, and street posts They line my dreams in complete rows On cold days she wears a peacoat While staring out from the east coast A furtive glance as the fields roll A stray outsider that she knows Could I be someone you need most When I'm so far from the East Coast Explain Request ×
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