Letter from Fresno, Ca

You woke up from some kind of dream The kindwherethepeopleyou meet are your friends But they aretotallybackwards and end over end Caught in alandslideoffurioussin Yes you'rehavingthatdreamagain. You fell into this bed headfirst Eyes wide anddrunkin some rock and roll skirt Caught up in aneveningoflongingor worse Thisromanticcurse Thisforgottenlandmine We weredoingso well for such a long time Yes we weredoingso well for such a long long time cndthesecity kids they don't have a clue They didn't grow up, grow up like me and you They're allspoiledand well fed halfwickedand half dead Caught up inthosenothings thatcreepintotheirhead cndtheirworld is only 3mileswide cndtheirworld is only 11mileshigh While I'mdrawingtheselinesin the sand Take a good look at thecardsin our hand 'case this city isfoldingbeyond our command cnd ifheartsare rentcontrolledand we're all just realestateman Let's come up with some kind of plan. This is aletterfrom Fresno, California It waswrittenfor a girl who wasleavingin the morning It waswrittenin a rush In apanickedsunrise hush It waswrittenfrom me to you I hope you'redoingwell and that you'll always, you'llalwaysstay cool with me Iguesswe'll have to wait and see 'cause you'reneverwith thepersonorquitein the place That youthoughtthat youwantedto be