Upstate Blues - Into It. Over It.

I think you’ve had enough to handle

And I can see it in your smile

It’s become a function over fashion

As if satisfaction’s going out of style

(Whoa oh, whoa oh)

(Whoa oh, whoa oh)

It’s just a blessing of reception

And I see sorrow in your eyes

Oh like the candidate for caution

Crossing your sentimental lines

And if it’s okay, could I stay a while?

Color-coded, a calming hue

The walls are barren, they’re just like you

Hardly motivated, a destitute design

Upstate blues they could paint this room

Cold and grey like New York and you

(Whoa oh, whoa oh)

(Whoa oh, whoa oh)

(Whoa oh, whoa oh-oh)

I didn’t want to stay here

But you couldn’t wait to leave

(Whoa oh, whoa oh)

(Whoa oh, whoa oh)

A whole community of people never sleeping, only drinking it alone

They soak their twenties into tens

It’s like their twenties never end

Upstate blues they could paint this room

Cold and grey like New York and you

I survey the scene, I see

If misery loves company than what does that make me?

Dusting for prints here

And chasing the names of your friends who’ve escaped you

I’ve begged you to leave Niagara

It makes headstones

Turn all the tricks beneath your sleeves

You’ve become what you’ve always feared

Even though this all seems absurd to hear

But I couldn’t follow through

Upstate blues they will paint your room

Cold and grey like New York and you

(Whoa oh, whoa oh)

(Whoa oh, whoa oh)

(Whoa oh, whoa oh)

(Whoa oh, whoa oh)