Baby, come out
I need you in the street
At the place by the old far station
We'll get something to eat
Like we talked about
Baby, come down,
It's been a while now
I got so many things I could tell you
If my stubborn mouth doesn't let me down

And I can't look at you straight on
You're made from something different and I know
Try to slip the marching clock
But centipedes invade my thoughts
Without feeling'
I kneel and I go
You step onto that metal plate
Where it meets the dazzling sound of trains
And I beg those trains to run

'Cause I can't look at you straight on
You're made from something different and I know
My eyes run the sidewalk, it's going home
I swear under my breathe because I'm starving in your gravity
You're made from something different and I know!

You linger just a little long
I see your gun is drawn
With the safety on,
You can't walk me back to my hotel
Like it was home
And I smell those fools you made cordwood of
And petty dreams that leave me sleep in here in your arms
City swan!
Our crook'd necks long
City swan!

I can't look at you straight on
You're made from something different and I know
And it breaks my heart just like the day,
That I looked down and I realized
I'd been sailing so long I'd become the shore

City swans,
Our crook'd necks long
City swans

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