NO ONE KNOWS

Building airplanes in the basement
Plates are breaking one room up
Pretty soon they’ll both get tired and pass out cold
And every reckless evening
Slipping silent out the house
Walk between the rows and alleys on your own

And you might go down with the women
You might get off fighting cops
But right now you need the skyline
Breathing fast and climbing high along the rooftops

Had a dream of Santa Lucia
Flying high above the coast
Every roadside hawk was watching as you rose

But then you woke up in a bottle
And you could not reach the top
When a howling in the distance
Came to you right through the fog
And you might grow up wearing makeup
You might find a town you like
Maybe somewhere near the border
With white dishes all unbroken in a pile

Narrow glow of dawn
You’re lying harrowed on the lawn
Where no one knows

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