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(It's been an awfully long time since I posted something like this... please indulge me.)

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I saw Orion as I walked tonight
\r\nAbove the streets of San Francisco
\r\nHe was standing in the sky
\r\nWatching taxis passing by

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The sky is bigger here
\r\nAnd so the dreams are bigger too
\r\nWith a land that's big and empty
\r\nIt seems there's always more to do

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It's like a city full of children
\r\nWith no adults to spoil the fun
\r\nAnd our toys keep getting bigger
\r\nI hope we don't hurt anyone

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I saw Orion in the city sky
\r\nAs the party spilled out of the bar
\r\nSo familiar yet so strange
\r\nWhile an old man begged for pocket change

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No, the streets aren't paved with gold
\r\nBut they're not paved with broken dreams
\r\nThey're paved with cold grey concrete
\r\nBut there's grass growing in the seams

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And the streets are full of theatre
\r\nAnd other naked cries for validation
\r\nAs we insert yet more of the surreal
\r\nInto this our pretty plastic nation

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I saw Orion shining carelessly
\r\nAnd he will still shine on tomorrow
\r\nFor he was shining from a distance
\r\nAnd our streets don't make a difference

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If the big one strikes tomorrow
\r\nIt doesn't matter what we do
\r\nSo we're all just living for today
\r\nOr so we think, but that's not true

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Because we keep on forming friendships
\r\nAnd we keep on having fun
\r\nAnd we all secretly believe
\r\nThe next day will be like this one

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I saw Orion hanging silent
\r\nOver this city of my dreams
\r\nIn this town where new dreams come in waves
\r\nI find old hopes I didn't know I craved

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Dreams I don't remember having
\r\nAnd hopes I didn't know I had
\r\nI will fill the world with magic lights
\r\nAnd I'll write songs that aren't so bad

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I'm so far from where I was
\r\nWhen I first felt this city's pull
\r\nI'm not the man I thought I'd be
\r\nFor that we all are thankful

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I saw Orion standing watching
\r\nBut he is not standing alone
\r\nThe night is full of his companions
\r\nAnd the city of my own

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We are all crazy in this city
\r\nAnd this nation, and this world
\r\nFor thinking we can make a difference
\r\nTo the suffering in the world

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But in this city full of children
\r\nWith no adults to spoil the fun
\r\nThey have reshaped the world already
\r\nAnd I am here to make the next one

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