Motorcycle driveby

Summer time and the wind is blowing, outside in lower chelsea.
and i don't know what i'm doing in this city,
the sun is always in my eyes,
it crashes through the windows, and i'm sleeping on the couch,
when i came to visit you,
that's when i knew, i could never have you,
i knew that before you did,
still i'm feeling stupid,
and there's this burning, like there's always been,
i've never been so alone, and i've never been so alive.
visions of you on a motorcycle drive by,
cigarette ash flies in your eyes, and you don't mind, and you smile,
and say the world doesn't fit with you.
i don't believe you, you're so serene.
careening through the universe, your axis on a tilt, guiltless and free,
i hope you take a piece of me with you,
and there's things i'd like to do that you don't believe in,
i would like to build something, you know it's never going to happen,
and there's this burning, like there's always been,
i've never been so alone, and i've never been so alive,
and there's this burning, there is this burning.
where's the soul. i want to know, new york city is evil.
the surface is everything, but i could never do that,
someone would see through that.
and this will be the last time, we'll be friends again.
i'll get over you and you'll wonder, who i am.
and there's this burning, like there's always been,
i've never been so alone, and i've never been so alive,
i go home to the coast. it starts to rain, i paddle out, on the water alone,
taste the salt and taste the pain. i'm not thinking of you again,
summer dies and swells rise, the sun goes down in my eyes, see this rolling wave, darkly coming to take me, home,
and i never been so alone, and i've never been so alive.