Dear Landlord - Park Bench/Goodbye to Oakland | Текст песни

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• Dear Landlord
• Park Bench/Goodbye to Oakland

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you were swaying on your feet, trying to light a smoke
waiting on a bus, you got nowhere to go
you were sleeping in the park in a dirty sweatpants suit
the cops woke you up, now you gotta move

walking around wearing a motorcycle helmet
up and down the same streets you walked yesterday
wild irish rose can make a mean world almost decent
it's an illusion handcuffs quickly take away
there ain't enough room in this city for a guy who
wants to drink himself to sleep under the stars
there will always be some shit bag to remind you
right where you are, right where you are.
_______________

I got two dollars and fifty-one cents
eighteen matches, a lighter, two pens
and a beat up copy of Cannery Row
five hundred miles left to go (x2)

everywhere I go I'm looking down
watching my old tennis shoes as they're wearing out
walking off these homesick blues
I may be drunk and lost but I'm not confused and
I know where this train is slowly going
north through K-Falls then on to Portland
I know I'm fucked up, it's stupid hoping
you'll answer phone calls, goodbye to Oakland