The Jim Yoshii Pile Up
Текст песни Seattle, Wa

It's always tight at the end of the month
Until that check comes, there's nothing for lunch
I'm sick of all my stuff being half-way broke

Too tired to pretend that I'm not sick of all my friends
Some days I'm sorry that I ever moved here
Some days I think about moving back in with my folks

Some days I think about moving up north, where rent is cheaper and I can have a house and porch

To watch the rain
Walk out in the rain
Stand under the rain
To watch the rain
Walk out in the rain
Stand under the rain

And let Seattle wash me
And let Seattle wash me