All My Friends Have Been Replaced With Cities - Chris Bathgate

The sun set on New York before his feet found Frisco

You opened your last chance and beelined for Greensborough

And all of my friends that remain they smile crooked

And everyone else that I knew moved to Brooklyn

And I know the reason I buried my week was New York

The moon rose on New York and its grace lit Boston

And I feel them both now on this chilly evening

And all of my friends that I knew out in Raymond

They all assume now that my breath is bated

And I know the reason I buried my week was New York