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 peacoat

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