I want to reside in Seattle
But I know nothing there except the rain
Blown by the wind in its direction

Scared I'll get there and forget why I came
I hold in my pride, in my pride, in my pride

Right down in the heart of Seattle
Where the warmth is masked by snow
Hidden by the trees and all their shadows
Holds my past and will never let it go

Winter draws me near, draws me near, draws me near

I have longed to sleep inside Seattle
Where I once had felt so safe
But now, it washes words up with no power
Ships them to the port to trade

I still dream of May, dream of May
I miss it like hell, miss it- oh I miss it like hell
Miss it like hell