Utica Avenue

Can you the violet sky

Underneath your drowsy eyes?

All your friends have left tonight

Cats are crawling up the walls

Dusty record skipping songs

Tell my friends I love them all

I never wanted more

I never wanted more

I guess I never wanted any more

Goodnight, sweetheart

See you off to Crown Heights

I'll follow you in tow

I'll follow you in tow

But I'll burn slow

Yes I'll burn slow

Swollen guts, hot smoke

Tidings from a matchbook

The hollow bag is full

The hollow bag is full

The hollow bag is full

I'll follow you in tow

I'll follow you in tow