Sun Kil Moon - Third and Seneca lyrics

In my room at Third and Seneca
See the pigeons peck on tar roof tops
Homeless own 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
Sullen doormen, brooding barroom witches

Seattle black, Alaska blue
Oregon grey, raincloud Vancouver
Dead in Denver, drowsy Idaho
Just dreams away from her love, San Francisco
In my room at Laurel and Beverly
Your skin blossoms, mine is withering
I'm retiring and you’re aspiring
Dreams you're chasing, I’m only escaping

Blood orange LA, blood red Arizona
Lonestar Santa Fe, lone palm of 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 it's 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
Their skylines appear
Spin and pass in fast motion
The words we share dissolve as they’re spoken
All worlds away from my love