In the halcyon days in the twilight of empire
it is morning in the city as real as anyone

so now you want to move down south when we just got the house all figured out
shoes all by the door, table on the floor, windows on the wall

and the lead paint cracks are breathing in and out
listening only to reason will let you down

all the lights in the city make my head go dim

what you're mad about's not the weather, it's what i've done to you
walls are closing in, talking over the tv's making us both loud

and the planes fly boustrophedon in and out
in the colors of the season it wears you down

all the lights in the city make my head go dim

it is morning over lake michigan on my right side, honey
maybe working is what makes us live, or maybe it's living

sky is always hanging blue above the cloud
but the path of no resistance will wear you out

all the lights in the city make my head go dim