Real Life In The Big City

The sun comes up on Santa Rosa / The garbage men are cleaning up the street / There's a junkie sleeping in the shadows / and all around me I can feel the weight / Up in the sky I see Orion / And he's telling me a lie / The windows laugh at me cuz its so easy to see through me / Connect the dots and do your time / Every thought I have reminds me not to trust the headlines / Eat a peach and walk the line / From up on the roof I can see the sunset / And everybody coming home from work / Except for me and my headache / Cuz loneliness a tired man makes