Baby, come out
I'll meet you in the street
At the place by the old fire station

We'll get something to eat
Like we talked about


Baby, come down
It's been a while now
I've got so many things I could tell you

If my stubborn mouth doesn't let me down

And I can't look at you straight-on

You're made of something different than I know

I try to slip the marching clock

But centipedes invade my thoughts
Without free will I heel and I go
I step onto that metal plate

Where it meets the dazzling sound of trains
And I beg those trains to run


'Cause I can't look at you straight-on
You're made from something different than I know


My eyes are on the sidewalk
It's gum holding your feet
I swear under my breath

Because I'm starving in your gravity
You're made from something different than I know


You linger just a little long
I see your gun is drawn with the safety on
You can walk me back to my hotel

Like it was home
And I smell those fools you made cordwood of
In petty dreams that leave me sleeping here, in your arms


City swans, our crook'd necks long
City swans


And I can't look at you straight-on
You're made from something different than I know


And it breaks my heart just like the day
That I looked down and I realized

I'd been sailing so long I'd become the shore

City swans, our crook'd necks long

City swans