Open up the paper what do I see?
B7 under the fold
Photo of my old flame smiling at me
Letters of her name in bold
Well, looks like you got just what you wanted
Got your big promotion
Pulling weight all over the town
Doesn’t bother me I grab the Metro section
You can keep on climbing baby I’m staying down

Baby I’m staying down
Yeah the weather here is cooler
I’ll be here till November
You can stop by anytime

Riots on the TV
Momma gets uneasy
Daddy’s got a gun in his drawer
Brother’s working two jobs
Sister cut her hair off
Says she’s not a girl no more
Yes, and all the signs point to a downturn
Suits stern at the lectern
Spreadsheets, they’re wiping ‘em blank
And here’s Charlie in the car lot
Scoping out a Hyundai
Figures he can make his escape

He’s got a tax refund
And some money from savings
And the life that he’s craving
It lies off somewhere else

Jenny’s got it all figured out
Still some days she gets fed up
Job’s giving her headaches
Go in early stay late
Money in the bank though and her rent’s paid up
And still she’s waking up nostalgic
Brooding over breakfast
Dreaming ‘bout a summer on the Lower East Side
Getting drunk and slumming with a punk name Lou
Saving all her money for a new tattoo

But they spelled it wrong
And they fucked up the shading
And now the colors are all fading
And ol’ Lou where’s he gone?

Walking into the city, head in a clamp
Last night I drank more than I should
Stumbling yelling at people on a subway platform
Slurring like you know I would
Yes and see me walking on the bridge now
Trying not to look down
Water gets cold in the East River Bay
I’m tempted hooking my fingers in the chain link fence
Maybe someday later but not today

Oh no not today
I’ve got some things that I’ve not done yet
I’ve got some friends down in Sunset
I think that I’ll stick around

Couple things that didn’t work out
Couple things that aren’t like before
What you saw in me babe was a young man of promise
You don’t see that anymore
Yeah and I know I might have made some wrong turns
Might be falling behind
Might be taking more than I give
And I might be acting foolish
Might be going nowhere
Might be no good at my job but I’m good where it matters

Yes I’m good where it matters
If you don’t know I can’t tell you
If you don’t care than that’s fine

Open up the window let in some air
Heater going out of control
Outside the snow is piled up high on the ground
Hold my face against the cold
And I think back to summer 2011
Kicked out of my apartment
July and 90 degrees
I’m sitting on a park bench
Eating two tacos
Baby I got places to be but I’m in no hurry

Naw I’m in no hurry
I think I’ll sip on my soda
Summertime, summertime