Testo 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