Jenny left from Idaho
and made her home in Capitol Hill.
In a 300 square foot studio
above a coffee shop near the Broadway Grill.
And every night she walks the block
to trade in her time for cheap thrills.
And everyone she meets is cool,
but just out of reach and it kills.
She used to spend her nights by firelight
and singing to the stars.
Now she’s ours, now she's ours.
Kevin left from Denver where the air is clear
and people are nice.
And he traded it for sea level, for misty rain,
what a bitter compromise.
For now he felt like he belonged to those
who understood him,
But he sold his soul to fight right in
and he watched his friends desert him.
He used to spend his nights by candlelight
and drinking wine to vinyl.
Now he’s ours, now he's ours.
It’s a city of orphans,
Who had nowhere to go.
So they cashed in their dreams,
Headed northwest to the sea and they called it their home.
But most don’t belong here,
We’re all running away.
And we’ll drain you dry of all semblance of life,
We don’t give we just take, take, take.
But this city has no Bible,
There’s no meaning you can use,
We’re all desperately searching for truth.
We’re a city of orphans,
Who had no place to go.
So we cashed in our dreams,
filled our glasses with Beam,
and our bodies with smoke.
And we spend every weeknight,
trading pints at the Streamline,
And we talk about truth and we talk about love
but we wake up to lies, lies, lies.
It’s a city of orphans,
Where did our fathers go.
We stumble around in the bad part of town
at the end of our rope.
But there are no answers,
on the tables of oak.
if God could just hear us,
We think that He’s near,
but He left long ago.
We’re a city of orphans,
What do we do to ourselves?
We take all the good
and the heaven around us and turn it to hell.
We take all the good
and the heaven around us and turn it to hell.
We take all the good
and the heaven around us and turn it to hell.
Jenny left from Idaho and made her home in Capitol Hill.