Lesser Oceans Lyrics

She asked
How's Seattle?
And some otherly talk
It's okay, it's mostly gray
I think I'm just leveling off
And sometimes I think I'm running around
Like a dog with no song
No song
And I'm following some flickering lamp
In the fog, the fog

The fog
I know, I know
That I'm getting older
I don't think they really like me
If I could stay
Just a little longer
They might be giving out new grace
Think back
To the time we drove
To Park Slope for a walk
It's okay, it's far away
I just think I'm measure loss
(just think we're measuring loss)