This she did in public for us to see    she came in here too drunk to do the show    between the trains and cars    broken glass and lost hub-caps, images of a gun    row house row house pass through    let the city rise up to fill the screen    clothes flung out of closets, doorknobs falling off    the guitar guy played real good feedback, and super sounding riffs    with his mild mannered look on, yeah he was truly hip    the girl started out in red patent leather    very I'm in a band with knee pads    we watch her fall over and lay down,    shouting the poetic truths of high school journal keepers    row house row house pass through, let the city rise up    twister, dust buster, hospital bed, I'll see you, see you    see you on the highway    now we're told so merge ideas, of song forms and freedom    miss seafood, miss cheesecake, a couple of miss donuts    the edge of a blade pressed to the throat of your reflected image    poised, yet totally screwed up    yes sir, yes sir, step right up       None of us know, where we're trying to get to    what sort of live where we trying to build    now we're told so merge ideas, of song forms and freedom    seasons out of life, nothing is out of reach    L.A. is more confusing now, than anywhere I've ever been to    I'm from New York City, breath it out and let it in       Where are you now?    when your broken eyes are closed    head in a cloudy dream, green and sailboats    borrowed and never returned    emotions, books, outlooks on life       Hello 20 15!       Hello, 20, 15!