Green Interstate

The rain it came and it went as I light another cigarette
staring at the same old buildings coming back home, wherever that is for me.
Back then when we were young and reckless sitting on a curb on 162nd
I use to walk when it was empty still hoping and care free from all the wreckage.

The table crew is long gone while the seasons passed and the years have all formed
confusion and desperation to songs the interstate kids are just a memory looked upon.
The band is gone the garage is alone and the girl I walked with it never home.
The truth is that it doesn’t even matter you see.
This is just another city that forgot about me

Aloha market’s a different name
But the husky bridge still hasn’t changed
The railroad tracks are just getting older
And Pacific Square is just getting colder