Balboa Park
The man next to me
His mother she lives on Lake Michigan
He hasn't seen her in eight years and he
Wonders about Lake Michigan
The girl next to him
She was a dancer but now
Her legs don't work like they used to
She married a fireman
Gonna be here in the station
On the south side of Lake Michigan
Walking through Balboa Park again
The architecture always makes me sad
Now I'm sitting between a Navy man
Their sunburnt skin and dark dews of
The great lakes while one mother's in sunset years in Indiana
Beneath the shady tree
Mother is passing a newborn baby
Nearby the fountains are endlessly spurting
Two thousand mils away from Lake Michigan
Walking through Balboa Park again
The architecture always makes me sad
Now I'm sitting between a Navy man
Their sunburnt skin and dark dews of
The great lakes while one mother's in sunset years in Indiana
People (?)
It's a nonsense
There is a boy
He's riding a bike
He's wearing a black tie with black trousers
Handing out flyers
Trying to change him
Trying to persuade my opinions
Walking through Balboa Park again
The architecture always makes me sad
Now I'm sitting between a Navy man
Their children and their wives' with them
The man next to me
His mother she lives on Lake Michigan
His mother she lives on Lake Michigan
He hasn't seen her in eight years and he
Wonders about Lake Michigan
The girl next to him
She was a dancer but now
Her legs don't work like they used to
She married a fireman
Gonna be here in the station
On the south side of Lake Michigan
Walking through Balboa Park again
The architecture always makes me sad
Now I'm sitting between a Navy man
Their sunburnt skin and dark dews of
The great lakes while one mother's in sunset years in Indiana
Beneath the shady tree
Mother is passing a newborn baby
Nearby the fountains are endlessly spurting
Two thousand mils away from Lake Michigan
Walking through Balboa Park again
The architecture always makes me sad
Now I'm sitting between a Navy man
Their sunburnt skin and dark dews of
The great lakes while one mother's in sunset years in Indiana
People (?)
It's a nonsense
There is a boy
He's riding a bike
He's wearing a black tie with black trousers
Handing out flyers
Trying to change him
Trying to persuade my opinions
Walking through Balboa Park again
The architecture always makes me sad
Now I'm sitting between a Navy man
Their children and their wives' with them
The man next to me
His mother she lives on Lake Michigan
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Writer(s): Matthew Albert Costa
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