The surface is everything.

Summer time and the wind is blowing outside in lower Chelsea and I don’t know what I’m doing in this city.  The sun is always in my eyes, it crashes through the windows
and I’m sleeping on the couch, when I came to visit you. That’s when I knew I could never have you, I knew that before you did.  Still I’m the one who’s stupid. And there’s this burning like there’s always been. I never been so alone. And I’ve never been so alive.

Visions of you on a motorcycle drive by, the cigarette ash flies in your eyes and you don’t mind, you smile and say “the world doesn’t fit with you.” I don’t believe you, you’re so serene careening through the universe your axis on a tilt, you’re guiltless and free I hope you take a piece of me with you.

And there’s things I’d like to do that you don’t believe in. I would like to build something, but you never see it happen.  And there’s this burning like there’s always been. I’ve never been so alone and I’ve, I’ve never been so alive.

Where’s the soul I want to know? New York City is evil. The surface is everything; but I could never do that, someone would see through that. And this is our last time we’ll be friends again.  I’ll get over you, you’ll wonder who I am.  And there’s this burning just like there’s always been.  I’ve never been so alone alone and I’ve, I’ve never been so alive,

I go home to the coast, it starts to rain, I paddle out on the water alone. Taste the salt and taste the pain I’m not thinking of you again.  Summer dies and swells rise, the sun goes down in my eyes. See this rolling wave darkly coming to take me home.

And I’ve never been so alone.  And I’ve never been so alive.