Seattle

You once lived by the sword
Now the cocktails wash down drinks you can't afford
Shoes are rusting by the door
And you're burned out on this scene
Frozen funds and lucid dreams

So what do you complain at me for?
You're staring out the sides of your front door
You knew that it was more than just the desert you left behind
To settle for a world of fallbacks
And friends who fall apart on contact
Music that you never used to listen to gets you by

Now your days all start the same
You float the Acheron with friends you never made
'Til it all just fades to gray
And you're burned out on this town
Saddled up and settled down

So what do you complain at me for?
The word is on the street, and it's unsure
You know that it was more than just a cynical waste of time
You knew enough to pick your battles
And that is why you left Seattle
And music that you never used to listen to gets you by

When all you wanted was a place to lay your head
Soak back half of what you bled
Chase the demons from the far side of the bed
It's the obvious thing to do