paroles de chanson Capitol City - Wilco

Capitol city, skyline photo
Skyscrapers shine, the sun's so
Low in the sky
Secretaries at the hot dog vendors
Cabs honk at the bicycle messengers
On the fly

I can't call with a subway token
Anyway, the phones are all broken
I wish you were here
But I should probably tell you, dear

You wouldn't like it here
You should stay right there
Breathe in that country air
You wouldn't like it here

I don't know, can it get much colder?
My resume hasn't even left my folder
All summer long
It's ringing down back alley solo
Swinging low to the sidewalk saxophone
All summer long

Can't call with a subway token
Anyway, the phones are all broken
I wish you were here
Better yet I wish I was there with you

I fucked it up, but it's close enough
For now