Third And Seneca-Sun Kil Moon

　　In my room at Third and Seneca

　　See the pigeons peck on tall roof tops

　　Homeless on the corners they carouse

　　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

　　Seattle black Alaska blue

　　Oregon grey raincloud Vancouver

　　Dead in Denver drowsy Idaho

　　Just dreams away from your love San Francisco

　　In my room at Laurel and Beverly

　　Your mind blossoms mine is withering

　　I'm retiring and you're aspiring

　　You're dream-chasing I'm only escaping

　　Blood orange LA blood red Arizona

　　Lonestar Sante Fe lone palm La Pomona

　　Old soul San Antonio dry grass of El Paso

　　Lifetimes away from your love I know

　　From my view at 32nd Street

　　Winter throws its snow down heavily

　　Empty halls of friends who've come and gone

　　I'm awoken rushed and dragged along

　　New York New York New Haven Hoboken

　　The skylines appear spinning past in fast motion

　　The words we shared dissolved as they're spoken

　　All the worlds away from my love