Real Life In The Big City

The sun comes up on Santa Rosa / The garbage men are 
cleaning up the street / There's a junkie sleeping in the 
shadows / and all around me I can feel the weight / Up in 
the sky I see Orion / And he's telling me a lie / The 
windows laugh at me cuz its so easy to see through me / 
Connect the dots and do your time / Every thought I have 
reminds me not to trust the headlines / Eat a peach and 
walk the line / From up on the roof I can see the sunset / 
And everybody coming home from work / Except for me and my 
headache / Cuz loneliness a tired man makes