Transatlantic

There's new impressions and soaking wet feet
There's fascination in people we meet
I'm thinking we left at just the right time
As we walk on 11th in Alphabet City

There's free snacks and free drinks
Lot's of strange art with Soliman
Handshakes and new acquaintances
From place to place on this the first of Fridays

There's politics and sightseeing
A painful divorce and surprising meetings
On our way to see a DeCent show
We fell hard on some Exorcist steps

There's never a minute on your own
After scratching down a number with a penny
There's friendly faces and Pabst Blue races
At a Globe that still amazes me

There's building bikes and pictures in motion
Obscene buildings and stars on the ocean
There's cheezy bars with iron and wine
But not one gator in the Florida swamps

There's redneck insults and throwing beads
There's famous sideburns and signed backseats
Remember, fags are always present
At this place we call the Saint

There's trannie hookers in cheap motels
Without a wristband there's playing it cool at the door
Hanging out with some of the best
In a half street house, South by South West

There's desert landscapes and neon signs
Lusty girls on snapping flyers
There's hope for change and rolling dreams
There's shooting guns and there's the lucky 13

There's neverending exits on 101
There's stars in the paving and kids on the run
If just the boulevard will carry us there
I hope we make it out to Monica for the setting sun

There's Baby Brandon and Diego Armando
Chinese take-out, humiliation on the side
I'd come back anytime, just chill and kick it
I know good friends when I see them here are some of mine

There's ice-cream trucks and NYPD officers
Suspected crooks in subway stations
Car services and rooftop scenery
Somewhere between DeKalb and Willoughby