The Jim Yoshii Pile-Up Seattle, WA Lyrics

It's always tight at the end of the month
Until that check comes, there's nothing for lunch
I'm sick of all my stuff, and I'm halfway broke
Too tired to pretend that i'm not sick of my friends
Some days I'm sorry that I ever moved here
Some days I think about moving back in with my folks

Some days I think about moving up north
The rent is cheaper
I can have a house, and a porch to watch the rain...
Walk out in the rain...
Stand under the rain...
And let seattle wash me....