The captain of Morro blue

The buildings look like shipwrecks from this angle

And the slow swoon of a man has always been the belly of a cannibal

All from this angle

Living our lives through the eyes of a seagull

I see a rain up in the sky, and it never comes down

Our tears are held in by a sound or a second

Hanging from the mouth, under the last sweating cloud

The folks are all sweethearts on this side of town

And we talk in the company of a crowd

As they pitter about 

Their pretty voices

Swimming around in their throats 

As they choke their favorite words down  

And they’ll never know how we saw them at their best

Their life is just like mine

And I find it best to recall the times a thousand times

And only at the worst of times

They must just think how all these roses are just roses all of the time

And we all have our best guesses

My guess is that we all hate to be on the outside

The taxis' fountain puddles onto the sidewalks

And a scuffle breaks out with a blood-soaked tourist

Under a flimsy light dangling off of the night

The foghorns sound from beyond the emptiness in the sky

Long away from the docks I all plan to buy

The sojourner eats his piece of pie

And the sailors fix their monoliths 

Under the poetry of waves swashing like wine

Moored in the brine

I happened to be on this side 

Where in a town 

The weather isn't so nice

But I enjoy a cheeseburger anyway

On the bench near the baker

The smell of peppermint and stardust

Where the horizon expects me to miss it 

And I always do