10th Avenue Freakout

Since Sam Rosen packed up for New York

My baseball mitt collects dust on the floor of my car.

And I sort of secretly hope he's not there to stay...

But anyway...

I hope Sam's a famous actor one day...

Sometimes I dream I'm driving across the water

In a car with my dad or my brother...

Sometimes you dream you're in a foreign country

And you packed all the wrong clothes...

Cars up on the overpass

Fake the sound of waves

I can feel the building shaking

Pacing pacing pacing pacing

By the bedroom window

Spying dirty eating urban birds...

Picking myself apart

Waiting for you to get home from work...

Since Sam Rosen packed up for New York

I don't know what to do with do-nothing days

I suppose there's no such thing anymore anyway...

I suppose that's okay...

Cars up on the overpass

Fake the sound of waves

I can feel the building shaking

Pacing pacing pacing pacing