The Next Seatle

I woke from a dream at four A. M.,
The sharks were a-circlin around me.
The minute I woke up I thought of your face,
And all of the sorrow that's found me.

See, yours was the sweetest love I've ever known;
I mourn for the death of our battle.
You took me from the cell of my solitude.
And brought me to the next Seatle.

For there was a city,
I read in the news,
Where the next one to win
Is the next one to lose,
And a window wide open
For whoever will choose and
They're reeling 'em in just like cattle
If you ever get the courage to leave New York
Then I'll be your next Seatle.

She came to the city to find her home
And do what it was she was here for.
With each day that passing they planned their escape
To all of the things they were dear for.

For like a old secret
The road it will call,
And his eyes they will sparkle
Like the mountains so tall.
And the first twenty minutes
Were gone by the fall.
And I
Hearing the same distant rattle.
Meet me in Burlington nine A.M.
And we'll be headed for the next Seatle.

It's a different world at five A. M.
My friends and I are poised for Battle
Yet the same old world won't let us in.
We're looking for the next Seatle.

©1999 Joe Matzzie, There's Been A Publishing, ASCAP

The first verse of this song was seriously written after waking up
from a dream at 4:AM, in which I was in the ocean with sharks circling
around me and I was trying to bat them away but becoming overwhelmed.

The last verse was written after witnessing a car accident on Broadway at
5:AM, in which the driver lost her legs and the passenger died.