Paul Bergmann – Here In Leeds lyrics

Was a foggy weird day here in leeds
I slept for a good amount and sat there in the living room
Drinkin’ coffee in the dim morning
Feelin’ it all buzzin’ through me
It was humid but it was cool and I was alone
And for a second there there was no sound but the birds
I could hear the river faintly far away
Down the road, across the street, past the other houses
Then the neighbor opened up the window right next to my head
A noisy truck pulled up on the street, pulled up
The engine ran for a minute
I began to let these interruptions settle and tried again to access my sacred morning
Thought I, my sacred morning thoughts…when I heard a yell and a tire screech
"you're right next to a no parking sign you idiot!"
A truck had swerved around the idling truck i’d forgot about
A truck had swerved around the idling truck i’d forgot about
So mad and human
The truck wasn’t idling anymore
Must’ve been somewhere in the roods
I don't think he wanted a confrontation
I didn't catch a glimpse of either of em
And so things slowed down and I wandered a bit in my head
Thought about goin’ to Texas to make a country album with my friends
It seemed like a real good idea
Like it was a thing that I could do
A thing that would lift me out of this
Something real and truthful in that particular way
But sometimes it feels like a young person's game
And I been feelin’ so old
But then again, I always have, mmm
I think about all this rain in the river
If it's bad to swim in it
In L. A. You couldn't go in the ocean for a few days
Acid rain, maybe
Up in Malibu
That place saved me
From drowning in all that I was doin’
I only liked to go if I woke up sober
The drive was spiritual for me
I spent those feelings quick but it was worth every penny of gas
I could die in those hills
Out on kanan rd
And here I am, lookin’ at that square of trees in the window
All fucked up on coffee
But everything’s so beautiful and still
I think of Valentina
Sleepin’ in the bed
Her little feet stickin’ out of that mountain of blankets
At 11: 00 i'll go upstairs
Curl up beside her say "baby"
She might say "mmmm" or “i’m still sleeping" or "what time is it"
All of those are fair game
Maybe nothing at all
Can't see nothin' but her mouth and nose
And her wigglin’ toes
*scats*
The bi-bi-bike riders have this way
Of talkin' about their private things
Like they're in the car with the windows up
As they ride past the house
I can hear them clear as day
I wonder if they realize that
I hear more voices now
This time further down the road
It’s a little later as I write this
Not sure which where it’s comin’ from but I don't feel like lookin’
They’re bouncin’ back and forth across the road
"helloooo" "helllloooo"
"whaaat"
"hello"
"i'll be right down!"
"heeelllooooooo" ooooooo
It was a foggy weird day here in leeds