Brown Study

I was half awake

Flying down the interstate

Mesmerized by power lines and blighted dour estates

And all the things I just felt

Somewhere in the rust belt

Wondering how many times can a heart melt

Still hoping your season will start well

Pardon my semantics

It's somewhat pedantic

But your outline against the Atlantic

Well it's idyllic and highly romantic

In a dream

Oh I took several transfers to the G Line

Now Bushwick Inlet's just to our right

I'd never seen Manhattan at night

I said it's lovely, you said that's right

Sidewalks, brownstones, and street posts

They line my dreams in complete rows

On cold days she wears a pea coat

While staring out from the east coast

A furtive glance as the fields roll

A stray outsider that she knows

Could I be someone you need most

When I'm so far from the east coastI was half awake

Flying down the interstate

Mesmerized by power lines and blighted dour estates

And all the things I just felt

Somewhere in the rust belt

Wondering how many times can a heart melt

Still hoping your season will start well

Pardon my semantics

It's somewhat pedantic

But your outline against the Atlantic

Well it's idyllic and highly romantic

In a dream

Oh I took several transfers to the G Line

Now Bushwick Inlet's just to our right

I'd never seen Manhattan at night

I said it's lovely, you said that's right

Sidewalks, brownstones, and street posts

They line my dreams in complete rows

On cold days she wears a pea coat

While staring out from the east coast

A furtive glance as the fields roll

A stray outsider that she knows

Could I be someone you need most

When I'm so far from the east coast