King of the Arroyo

It was the week that all the houseplants died
When I slept in the park
And I quit working Monday nights
At Dusty's off of York

I don't think I know how this began
Well maybe just the start
I think the week you died
Was an important part, oh

So I put on the bandana
And sold my bike for skis
Became the King of the Arroyo
And did just what I pleased

In the intervening years
Garvanza changed a lot
But I was unaware of most of it
I was living in my fictive Camelot

So I went to get my old job back
But Dusty's ceased to be
It's a place with fancy cocktails now
Where all they play is Morrissey

How can they tell that I am homeless
When they see me on the street
I make a point to look like everybody else
But they seem to see through me

So I tightened the bandana
I'm gonna burn this place for good
I won't be needing all this hindsight
When I own this neighborhood



Credits
Writer(s): Tristan Dolce
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