Letter From Fresno, CA Songtext
von Rademacher

You woke up
From some kind of dream
The kind where the people
You see are your friends
But they′re totally backwards
And they're end over end
Caught in a landslide
Of furious sin
Yes, you′re having that dream
Again
Yes, you're having that dream
Again


And you fell into this bed
Headfirst
Eyes wide and drunk
In your rock and roll skirt
Locked into an evening of longing
Or worse
This romantic curse
This forgotten landmine
We were doing so well
For such a long time
Yes, we were doing so well
For such a long, long time

And these city kids
They don't got a clue
They didn′t grow up
Grow up like me and you
They′re all spoiled and well fed
Half-wicked and half-dead
Caught up in the nothings
That creep into their heads
And their world
Is only 3 miles wide
And their world
Is only 11 miles high


And while I'm drawing these lines
In the sand
Take a good look
At the cards in our hand
′Cuz the city is folding
And we're in command
If hearts are rent-controlled
And they′re just real estate, man
Let's come up
With some kind of plan
Let′s come up
With some kind of plan

And this is a letter from Fresno, CA
It was written for a girl
Who was leaving in the morning
It was written in a rush
In a panicked sunrise hush
It was written
From me to you
I hope you're doing well
And that you'll always
You′ll always stay
Cool
With me
We′ll just have to wait and see
'Cuz you′re never with the person
Or quite in the place
That you thought that you wanted to be
That you thought that you wanted to be
That you thought that you wanted to be