City Of Orphans

Jenny left from Idaho

And made her home in Capitol Hill

In a 300 square foot studio

Above a coffee shop near the Broadway Grill

And every night she walks the block

To trade in her time for cheap thrills

And everyone she meets is cool,

But just out of reach and it kills

She used to spend her nights

By firelight and singing to the stars

Now she’s ours, now she's ours

Kevin left from Denver where

The air is clear and people are nice

And he traded it for sea level,

For misty rain, what a bitter compromise

For now he felt like he belonged

To those who understood him

But he sold his soul to fit right in

And he watched his friends desert him

He used to spend his nights

By candlelight and drinking wine to vinyl

Now he’s ours

It’s a city of orphans

Who had nowhere to go

So they cashed in their dreams

Headed northwest to the sea

And they called it their home

But most don’t belong here

We’re all running away

And we’ll drain you dry of all semblance of life

We don’t give we just take, take, take

But this city has no Bible

There’s no meaning you can use

We’re all desperately searching for truth

We’re a city of orphans

Who had nowhere to go

So we cashed in our dreams,

Filled our glasses with Beam

And our bodies with smoke

And we spend every weeknight

Trading pints at the Streamline

And we talk about truth

And we talk about love

But we wake up to lies, lies, lies

It’s a city of orphans

Where did our fathers go?

We stumble around in the bad part of town

At the end of our rope

But there are no answers

On the tables of oak

If God could just hear us

We think that He’s near,

But He left long ago

We’re a city of orphans

What do we do to ourselves?

We take all the good and the heaven around us and turn it to hell

We take all the good and the heaven around us and turn it to hell

We take all the good and the heaven around us and turn it to hell

Jenny left from Idaho and made her home in Capitol Hill