Who knows how this came to be And who cares how this came to be I got a kid I don’t know and a criticized novel A novel, yeah, a super shitty novel Who thought the lives we lead Meant anyone to anything (Or anything to anyone) These Alameda sunsets Are holding me back again Oh well, stupidity fancied me the author Of a time and a place, a time and a place Just because I didn’t know what to do with my life I took the beauty and filth The shine and the guilt As more than just another Friday night And I’m left with Rose colored reactions And a dyslexic diagnoses from an online test Saturday Saturdays comin’ ‘round Saturday Saturdays comin’ down You had a future so bright But the sun in your eyes Yes you found a way but nobodies gonna warn you Yes you found a way but nobodies gonna warn you Yes you found a way but nobodies gonna warn you Yes you found a way Old days seem older now than before I’m gonna buy an old shack in Guadalajara Guadalajara or some place less common And change my name to John Wayne Or something less dumber Because These Alameda sunsets are holding me back again These Alameda sunsets are holding me back again These Alameda sunsets won’t ever let me leave

Josef Lucas was a friend of mine He never loaded an Econoline He drove a dented Ford jalopy With plates from Albuquerque And arrived when it felt alright Build it up Break it down And take it Back home to Saigon Market Spin it up Smoke it down Because Aliens never die They go home Back home to Saigon Market Josef Lucas was a psychopath And a reliable one at that He took the silence in a room as an obvious cue To tell us that most planes are haunted What’s it mean? No one knows Except the Tom Sawyer of Telegraph Spin it up Smoke it down Because Aliens never die They go home Back home to Saigon Market Cuz theres a fire in the attic And the block is apathetic To the big noise Big noise Spilling out Its just another day in the neighborhood Cuz theres a fucked up synthesizer Making all of that clatter The sound is so confusing That the cops won’t even bother Shiny things aren’t always gold Take me home Back home to Saigon market Who knows what tomorrow brings Who knows how the past looks in light Who knows if this place will remember Fuck days man, it’s all about nights Josef Lucas was a friend of mine

I saw the pearls around Lake Merritt In a riot cop’s baton I asked him where he came from He said to keep moving along So I just stood there for a minute Just to see What he would do to me We both saw moving trucks Heading north from San Jose Some punk kids tried resistance Like there was anything to save Somethings are just too big To be seen With the human eye Like a new born universe The rules we’ve built our cage of And your mother I saw the few, the proud, the finest Far beyond requests for change With nothing now but silence In a tent made of derange “Go get job, mother fucker And quit sleeping in my condo’s entry way” We both made proper eye contact Whatever that should mean Like sailors loading cannons At the ending of a dream “Leave me alone, mother fucker And go back to your life of vague mistakes” I’ll come back to misery some day But right now I’m content watching the lake The most beautiful girl I know Calls home Creston, Nebraska I’ve been there once or twice And always enjoyed my time there But she always wants to leave And head back to the bright side of The Bay I consult my calculations To see if I am right or wrong But my calculations equate Into some stupid song About a slower way living That forgets ADHD I’ll come back and see the point she makes But right now I’m content watching the lake But the axe just keeps on swinging Hypnotizing as it maims Leaving only pointed fingers And a list of who to blame Still somehow only trusting anyone Who needs a microphone to prove a point But the world was born on fire And there’s not much that you can do Except try to love another Make your bed and tie your shoes Or roll out the guillotines And see if that changes anything The revolution will have to wait Right now I’m content watching the lake I’ll come back and make the hottest take Right there’s appointments I can’t break Reality can wait on me Right now I’m content watching the lake I’m just watching the lake

Things get pretty stupid in a courtroom Just like things get pretty stupid in a life I put a 19-year-old back in jail Instead of at home with his kid and wife I can see for miles from my high-rise I can scroll my phone and eat alone And I can count the hours until I see you 6:15 at Mexicali Rose Every Thursday night I pull up a chair, you count your till And give me hell for how I pay my bills You’re right, but whose worse? Pushing booze ain’t exactly missionary work Silence turns to laughter as sunset fades away I always never tell you You’re the only person that I like these days 6:15 at Mexicali Rose Every Thursday night