Summertime, and the wind is blowing
Outside in lower Chelsea,
And I don't know what I'm doing in this city
The sun is always in my eyes
It crashes through the windows
And I'm sleeping on the couch
When I came to visit you
That's when I knew
That I could never have you
I knew that before you did
Still I'm the one who's stupid.
And there's this burning
Like there's always been
I've never been so alone
And I've never been so alive.
This is the view on a motorcycle drive by
The cigarette ash flies in your eyes
And you don't mind; you smile
And say the world doesn't fit with you
I don't believe you
You're so serene
Careening through the universe
Your axis on a tilt
You're guiltless and free
I hope you take a piece of me with you.
And there's things I'd like to do
That you don't believe in
I would like to build something
But you'll never see it happen.
And there's this burning
Like there's always been
I've never been so alone
And I've never been so alive.
And there's this burning, there is this burning...
Where's the soul, I want to know
New York City is evil
The surface is everything
But I could never do that
Someone would see through that
And this is the last time
We'll be friends again
And I'll get over you
You'll wonder who I am.
And there's this burning
Just like there's always been
I've never been so alone
And I've never been so alive.
I go home to the coast, it starts to rain
I paddle out on the water alone
Taste the salt and taste the pain
I'm not thinking of you again.
Summer dies and swells rise
The sun goes down in my eyes
See this rolling wave
Darkly coming
To take me
Home.
And I've never been so alone,
And I've never been so alive.
- "Motorcycle Drive By," by Stephan Jenkins