Baby, come outI'll meet you in the streetAt the place by the old fire stationWe'll get something to eat,Like we talked about.Baby, come downIt's been a while nowI've got so many things I could tell you,If my stubborn mouth doesn't let me down.And I can't look at you straight-onYou're made from something different than I knowI try to slip the marching clockBut centipedes invade my thoughtsWithout free will I heel and I goI step onto that metal plate,Where it meets the dazzling sound of trains,And I beg those trains to run.Cause I can't look at you straight-onYou're made from something different than I knowMy eyes are on the sidewalk,It's gum holding your feetI swear under my breathBecause I'm starving in your gravityYou're made from something different than I knowYou linger just a little long,I see your gun is drawn with the safety onYou can walk me back to my hotelLike it was home.And I smell those fools you made cordwood ofIn petty dreams that leave me sleeping here, in your arms.City swans,Our crook'd necks longCity swansAnd I can't look at you straight-onYou're made from something different than I knowAnd it breaks my heart just like the day,That I looked down and I realizedI'd been sailing so long I'd become the shoreCity swans,Our crook'd necks longCity swans