Downtown north, past the airport
A dream in switchgrass and concrete
Three grey floors, of smoky windows, facing the street

Michael pulls the blinds back up
Stares blankly down at the intersection
Watching for the guy who's got the angel dust
Crystal clear connection

Days like dominos
All in a line
We cheer for the home team every time
Lakeside View, Lakeside View
Lakeside View for my whole crew

Most nights now sleep in the kitchen
Keep my face cool on the floor
And John-John comes by to drop off his еnvelopes
Still playing postman after all thеse years

Pull down my army surplus jacket
Dig through some drawers to find the keys
Let me emerge, transformed in a million years
From rooms like these

Under each eye, little greasepaint smudge
You can't judge us, you're not the judge
Lakeside View, Lakeside View
Lakeside View for my whole crew
And just before I leave
I throw up in the sink
One whole life recorded
In disappearing ink

And Ray left a message thumbtacked to the door
I don't even bother trying to read them anymore
Lakeside View, Lakeside View
Lakeside View, Lakeside View for my whole crew