Her With The Blues

You with the camera
 Backpack and walking shoes
 Taking pictures of garbage cans
 This is were people live
 Busted authentic
 And torn bits of canvas
 Soiled as the selling point
 Selling like cigarettes
 Her with her arms crossed
 Still nervous but up for it
 Not sure what she's looking for
 She likes it on TV shows
 Taxis and traffic
 And smokes on the sidewalk
 Fire escape flowerpots
 The sameness in Irish bars
 Audition adults
 With airplanes and different foods
 The wine with the bottle cap
 Black leather shoes
 You with the shoulder bag
 The coffee and the office job
 You with the bicycle
 And her with the blues
 Your sister in Texas now
 Husband and daughter now
 Your cousin in Boston
 Puts ads on TV
 You close your eyes
 As you ride along Riverside
 Daring the world
 To knock out your teeth
 You read about restaurants
 You see what the films are like
 You try out the books you should
 The music and TV shows
 And you get the feeling
 That you're missing on something
 The people at parties
 The things you don't know
 You stay in Koreatown
 It's too much for what it is
 The stench from the streets
 Lets itself in your room
 You with the shoulder bag
 You with the big ideas
 You with the subway map
 And her with the blues
 Her with the blues
 Her with the blues
 Her with the blues
 Now look at this guy
 With the backpack and walking shoes
 Taking pictures of garbage cans
 This is where people live
 Busted authentic
 And torn bits of canvas
 You with the restlessness
 And her with the blues