Baby, come out
I'll meet you in the street
At the place by the old fire station
We'll get something to eat, like we talked about
Baby, come down
It's been a while now
I've got so many things I could tell you
If my stubborn mouth doesn't let me down
And I can't look at you straight-on
You're made from something different than I know
I try to slip the marching clock
But centipedes invade my thoughts
Without free will, I heel and I go
I step onto that metal plate
Where it meets the dazzling sound of trains
And I beg those trains to run
'Cause I can't look at you straight-on
You're made from something different than I know
My eyes are on the sidewalk, it's gum holding your feet
I swear under my breath because I'm starving in your gravity
You're made from something different than I know
You linger just a little long
I see your gun is drawn with the safety on
You can walk me back to my hotel like it was home
And I smell those fools you made cordwood of
In petty dreams that leave me sleeping here in your arms
City swans
Our crook'd necks long
City swans
And I can't look at you straight-on
You're made from something different than I know
And it breaks my heart, just like the day
That I looked down and I realized
I'd been sailing so long, I'd become the shore
