I See Planes

I see planes lining up over Seatac International

Just south of Seattle

Where coffee lovers are fanatical

There must be something in the water

In and around the puget sound

It's 55 and cloudy feeling like shorts weather

It could be warmer but

That wouldn't make it better

There must be something in the rain

Drowning the sense in this town

I see snow covered mountains

Turn to rivers in the summer

Cold enough to kill

Strong enough to drag you under

Fresh water doesn't ebb and flow

Quite like the water you may know

I'm just a stone's throw away from where I grew up

In a town that's not a town

That good ol' city of Puyallup

I'd die as happy as a clam

If I never stepped foot in that place again

I'm too old to believe

That I'll ever leave this place

But I'm too young to admit

I never want to