Window Seats

There was a dream that was Rome

A man could raise a family, the family had a home

What happened to the land we knew?

There's swords at every stoplight, they're trying to run us through.

So I took that time machine

And my uncle was still breathing, and my sister was sixteen

Farewell my long lost friend

The future's only fiction, the past is just pretend

You know that nothing stays the same

I like the photographs of clouds you took while you were on the plane

If we can't fight our way through this

I can learn to take defeat

The way that poets and painters tend to take the window seat

I've been waiting for the other shoe to fall

I know it's gotta end, I want you to make the call

So come on over here tonight

While you were in Carolina I hung up the Christmas lights

And we both heard all the warnings

But if you stay for the evening I'll buy breakfast in the morning.