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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 In
let'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