City Rain, City Streets - Ryan Adams

Oh, the city rain

It floods the city streets

And in my city bed

Out of my fuckin’head

Is it snowing in space?

God I wish I could talk to you

Is it snowing in space?

And all the city snow

Freezes the Chelsea in It stones the Chelsea girls

It stones the Chelsea boys

Is it snowing in space?

God I wish I could talk to you

Is it snowing in space?

How does your body feel today?

I forgot to ask

Genius in a hospital bed

With briar-patch hair, just isn’t fair

Takin’bullets for the team of bad boys, how is it up there?

Takin’bullets for the team,

I really miss you

I really miss you

I really miss you

I fucked you over a million times

I fucked you over a million times

I fucked you over a million times

And you died, you died, you really died

Died, died, you really died

I am going to push them way

Fall into the leaves of the winter trees

Drowning, slowly, lonely, my city of rain