Disclaimer
This is no way what you are
I hear you are living in Portland
What’s it like there in Portland
I hear it’s green in summer
Maybe you have real trees / seasons
like we have here Pretty soon
the pollen will be greening it right up
The hills are amazing / we don’t have hills
Last season, the rugged sides of
the cliffs I remember
California / I didn’t see just
canyons ridge and dry brush / basin
When I stood outside of myself
I was outside of love
(I was) a desert man
in a desert city
Now I am dry
and thirsty