Capitol city, skyline photo
Skyscrapers shine, the sun's so
Low in the sky
Secretaries at the hot dog vendors
Cabs honk at the bicycle messengers
On the fly
I can't call with a subway token
Anyway, the phones are all broken
I wish you were here, but I should probably tell you, dear

You wouldn't like it here
You should stay right there
Breathing that country air
You wouldn't like it here

I don't know, can it get much colder?
My resume hasn't even left my folder
All Summer long
[?] back alley solo
Swinging low to the sidewalk saxophone
All summer long
Can't call with a subway token
Anyway, the phones are all broken
I wish you were here, better yet I wish I was there with you

(I fucked it up, it's close enough for now.)