The cities hung low At the edge of my window Like a bad idea Both windy and hollow Silent as yesterday Loud as tomorrow The polished Plastic Picture of sorrow When I have something new to say I'll say it to the moon Perched atop it from a room With perfect alpine views I'm hanging on the yellow wall When tigers used to smoke I remember vaguely What I used to know Alonealonealonealonealonealonealone I am sorting through Imaginary loose ends And I am signing rainchecks For all of my friends I'll see you when I see you And I loved you when I loved you And I miss you I miss you Alonealonealonealonealonealonealone