At peaceful night
Lying horizontal in a tower
150 feet from the street
Inside a nice neighborhood
Of a nice city
Of a nice country
That’s rotting away

I used to think
That everything was meaningful
But now I think very few things are
And everything else
Is somebody’s ego

The things I cling to
Are the things I used to believe
Proved our difference
To the rest of the world
Now they prove
Momentum’s power


I hesitate to ask the prewar building
What it’s seen
Because I know
Its stories will take me into the past
And leave me there
Wondering how we got here


So I’ll lie on a mattress
In a room with heat and hardwood floors
And a view
And food in the fridge
And let go of America