Seattle

You once lived by the sword

Now the cocktails wash down drinks you can't afford

Shoes are rusting by the door

And you're burned out on this scene

Frozen funds and lucid dreams

So what do you complain at me for?

You're staring out the sides of your front door

You knew that it was more than just the desert you left behind

To settle for a world of fallbacks

And friends who fall apart on contact

Music that you never used to listen to gets you by

Now your days all start the same

You float the Acheron with friends you never made

'Til it all just fades to gray

And you're burned out on this town

Saddled up and settled down

So what do you complain at me for?

The word is on the street, and it's unsure

You know that it was more than just a cynical waste of time

You knew enough to pick your battles

And that is why you left Seattle

And music that you never used to listen to gets you by

When all you wanted was a place to lay your head

Soak back half of what you bled

Chase the demons from the far side of the bed

It's the obvious thing to do