Shawn Mullins

September in Seattle
Waitin on a train
I smoked my last cigarette standin in out of the rain
Theres a cool wind blowin down the alley by the depot
Amtrack down the coastline to the city of the roses
Mama's hangin hand-me-downs
Daddy's in a hotel bar
Kids recitin mother goose, runnin naked through the yard
You see the best and the worst here
The richest and the poor
From the mansions on the hilltop to the red dirt floor
Pull into the station, the sun's settin outside
The pushers and the pullers, tryin to take you for a ride
Portland is a small town, with a bitter city smile
And as I walk these streets around
I might just hang here for a while