Baby, come out
I'll meet you in the street
At the place by the old fire station
We'll get something to eat,
Like we talked about.

Baby, come down
It's been a while now
I've got so many things I could tell you,
If my stubborn mouth doesn't let me down.

And I can't look at you straight-on
You're made from something different than I know

I try to slip the marching clock
But centipedes invade my thoughts
Without free will I heel and I go
I step onto that metal plate,
Where it meets the dazzling sound of trains,
And I beg those trains to run.

Cause I can't look at you straight-on
You're made from something different than I know

My eyes are on the sidewalk,
It's gum holding your feet
I swear under my breath
Because I'm starving in your gravity
You're made from something different than I know

You linger just a little long,
I see your gun is drawn with the safety on
You can walk me back to my hotel
Like it was home.
And I smell those fools you made cordwood of
In petty dreams that leave me sleeping here, in your arms.

City swans,
Our crook'd necks long
City swans

And I can't look at you straight-on
You're made from something different than I know

And it breaks my heart just like the day,
That I looked down and I realized
I'd been sailing so long I'd become the shore

City swans,
Our crook'd necks long
City swans