Brown Study

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 Inlet’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 pea coat
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 coastI 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 Inlet’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 pea coat
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