This she did in public for us to see
   she came in here too drunk to do the show
   between the trains and cars
   broken glass and lost hub-caps, images of a gun
   row house row house pass through
   let the city rise up to fill the screen
   clothes flung out of closets, doorknobs falling off
   the guitar guy played real good feedback, and super sounding riffs
   with his mild mannered look on, yeah he was truly hip
   the girl started out in red patent leather
   very I'm in a band with knee pads
   we watch her fall over and lay down,
   shouting the poetic truths of high school journal keepers
   row house row house pass through, let the city rise up
   twister, dust buster, hospital bed, I'll see you, see you
   see you on the highway
   now we're told so merge ideas, of song forms and freedom
   miss seafood, miss cheesecake, a couple of miss donuts
   the edge of a blade pressed to the throat of your reflected image
   poised, yet totally screwed up
   yes sir, yes sir, step right up
  
   none of us know, where we're trying to get to
   what sort of live where we trying to build
   now we're told so merge ideas, of song forms and freedom
   seasons out of life, nothing is out of reach
   L.A. is more confusing now, than anywhere I've ever been to
   I'm from New York City, breath it out and let it in
  
   where are you now?
   when your broken eyes are closed
   head in a cloudy dream, green and sailboats
   borrowed and never returned
   emotions, books, outlooks on life
  
   hello 20 15!
  
   hello, 20, 15!