at dusk, the stars feel awkward.
they're so hesitant to shine.
and late at night when we're all tired and sleeping,
they light the world that we leave behind.
and lately i've been chasing comets
in a spaceship on TV.
while you go out at night
you get piss drunk and comment
on how much you mean to me.
and there's something i wanna tell you,
but it's so difficult to say.
'cause baby, the words sound like we're talking underwater
when you're so, when you're so far away.
well, if i only had a gutter
well, i could catch it when it falls.
but my basement's slowly filling up with water.
it's running down the concrete walls.
and you could say it's been a bad year
and you'd be saying something true.
well it's almost like, it's almost like
a cheap print of a picasso painting,
one with seven shades of blue.
and i've been dreaming of the city
what a wonderful place to be.
i've been dreaming of the city
but the city, the city doesn't dream of me.
yeah the city, the city's gonna let me be.
i'm almost out of here.
no more wasting time watching the weather channel.
i'm almost out of here.
no more reading the road maps.
see, i'm ready to travel.
i'm almost out of here.
i've been on my best behavior.
i'm putting puzzles together with my grandmas.
i'm almost out of here. i'm almost out of
south dakota, south dakota.
almost.
well i miss the city lights.
well i miss the city lights.
well i miss the city
fights that we used to have.
well i miss the city lights.