Headed west now

From the blighted plain

It′s kind of gorgeous in a georgic wayStaring outside

Watching every change

I think it's just a type of way to explain

How I miss you

How I hope you′re fine

That I've been sad

Tracing Lichtensteins with my eyes closed

On the phone at night

Always bummed out

'Cause the world′s not right

At this time

At the drive-through

With the headlights on

And now I′m feeling like I'm Roquentin

In a streetcar

Near Corrine Marchand

I′ll go Michel Legrand and set it to song

How I miss you

How I hope you're fine

That I′ve been sad

Tracing Lichtensteins with my eyes closed

On the phone at night

Always bummed out

Back in New York

In the August sun

Wandering Greenpoint

While the L still runs

And I run back

To a different day

In the meantime

You can dance, you can hit replay