Do you know how many cities had been built
On the mainland and the trains there
How they'd glide over the marshes
And the hazy sea
Carrying business men in starched collar shirts
Who peered out windows that would fog
Faster than you could wipe them, man
Why are there mountains
Then the last fire dies
We rebuild with foundations
Set just slightly higher
On compacted ash and bone
Spiralling skyward at the GWB
Will you take the wheel for a while
I'm suddenly real tired
We two running our course
Your summer version
Was so fresh and fertile emerald green
The wind in your hair
Like wind Russian through the canopy
And I was green too with robust f*cked envy
And the way suspension bridges shake
When you're stopped behind trucks
Sailing into 1999
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Do you know how many cities had been built
On the mainland and the trains there
How they'd glide over the marshes
And the hazy sea
Carrying business men in starched collar shirts
Who peered out windows that would fog
Faster than you could wipe them, man
Why are there mountains
Then the last fire dies
We rebuild with foundations
Set just slightly higher
On compacted ash and bone
Spiralling skyward at the GWB
Will you take the wheel for a while
I'm suddenly real tired
We two running our course
Your summer version
Was so fresh and fertile emerald green
The wind in your hair
Like wind Russian through the canopy
And I was green too with robust f*cked envy
And the way suspension bridges shake
When you're stopped behind trucks
Sailing into 1999
On the mainland and the trains there
How they'd glide over the marshes
And the hazy sea
Carrying business men in starched collar shirts
Who peered out windows that would fog
Faster than you could wipe them, man
Why are there mountains
Then the last fire dies
We rebuild with foundations
Set just slightly higher
On compacted ash and bone
Spiralling skyward at the GWB
Will you take the wheel for a while
I'm suddenly real tired
We two running our course
Your summer version
Was so fresh and fertile emerald green
The wind in your hair
Like wind Russian through the canopy
And I was green too with robust f*cked envy
And the way suspension bridges shake
When you're stopped behind trucks
Sailing into 1999