Well I came here from a place
With lots of trees and beauty for beauty's sake
Now, metal screeches through the night
And I'm finding that I like the way it sings
I crush rats with my heel
And smile when they squeal slow like bending steel
Hear you whistle so I run
Find you bathing in the sun
I squint in it with you.
Till you-
Say something
Back home there was a flood
And I'm told my house was buried in mud
I'm drunk and dizzy here
Where all the ugly things are lit up so pretty
But Sometimes I'd like to see a girl
With flowers braided in her hair
I pass out on the train
Till you-