it's raining in baltimore baby, everything else is the same

there's things i remember things i forget. i miss you i guess that i should. three thousand five hundred miles away. what would you change if you could.

the circus is falling down on its knees, the big top is tumbling down. it's raining in baltimore, 15 miles east. you should be no one's around.

this train conversations passing me by and i don't have nothing to say you get what you pay for but i just had no intention of living this way.