Seattle - Blue Horizon

Seattle calls like a mourning dove

Like a ghost in the dark

A voice in the fog

She’s a crazy lady

She’s a fire in drag

Misty mountain

And I will run, I’ll run — I’ll crawl

Send a picture

Painted photograph

Show me the faces

Of the people that you met in dreams

To remind me

Sorrow

Is a poet’s disease

And the magic

Is his, is his to believe

So call at night, dear

Talk of Navajo skies

Talk of billboards

And what you’ve come to realize

You say I’m crazy

But I’m only lonely

While the summer cries out from the pouring rain

So tell me baby:

What makes it crazy

To run from the sound of the crushing rain

Go away from me

Heartbreak

It has run out of steam

So has living

Lost in a whitewashed dream

It’s a dirty Tuesday

And I’m finding myself

Singin' to you

But I’m singin' for myself

It’s just that lately

She’s been alive in me

She’s the stony heart

She’s the fire in me

So you say I’m crazy

But I’m only lonely

While the summer cries out from the pouring rain

So tell me baby:

What makes it crazy

To run from the sound of the crushing rain

Run away with me