Watertown Songtext

von Watertown

Watertown

The pink and yellow rings of the carpet
Go out for miles, stretch out for miles
My mom she's still cleaning the apartment
Go to sleep, don't go to sleep,
Can't go to sleep just yet

And I know the room is softly fading, losing focus
In our little tiny dingy Watertown apartment

Bought a book of stars for a dollar
Brought it home, just for my dad
We put it on the shelf with all the others
Go to sleep, just take a peek,
Peek at the stars outside

And I know the room is losing substance, spinning slowly
In our little tiny dingy Watertown apartment

It feels like home to me
Though home feels like an oil containment boom
Though it feels like home

Picked to play a wise man in the first grade
Christmas time, nativity
Didn't understand a thing about it
March down the stairs, people in chairs
Plastic crown, plastic snare drum

And on moving day, it's done we're stranded on the carpet
In our little tiny dingy Watertown apartment

It feels like home again
I don't know what is home again
Time spent, tears, rent