See me go –
you were watching from a Galveston beach,
by now I'd promised you a boulevard
stuck in a wide wide space.
Such a genuine girl --
I should be alongside,
but I'd be wrong: I'd be wrong not to run away uninspired.
My tired eyes.
It's enough for a reliable week.
You put your head on my shoulderblade,
until the customers leave.
See me go –
a rovin' now, twelve years spent up north.
There's water here somehow.
The city coats my skin with sound –
and it's turned up so loud.
I leaned back, until i was layin flat – staring up –
the smoke from all the chimneys dried the sun.
It took me hours and hours to get up.
I'll fade into the pavement -- just you watch.
It's enough for a reliable week.
You put your head on my shoulderblade,
until the customers leave.
No surprise if you show --
No surprise if you show.