My real last thing
My life is dull
And dried up like the sound
A voice makes when the heart grows cold
And its going that way
I think i'll move out of state
Somewhere far from Seattle city lights
They burn my eyes
California sounds nice but California's a lie
Maybe I'm out of luck or maybe I'm just blind
Oh, this time
Rain on my hopes
Rain on my soul
Rain on everything that i know
It feels so ludicrous
The pursuit of this dream
We thought we'd be along ago
My life is like a rolling river
Somebody and absurd
And although i might be mistaken
I know that i'll be heard
And i find the second i try to pull away
I'm thrown back in line
Oh, this time
And we are all looking for the same thing. the same thing
Seattle is calling me back home, back home
Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa