september in seattle waitin on a train i smoked my last cigarette standin in out of the rain theres a cool wind blowin down the alley by the depot amtrack down the coastline to the city of the roses mamas hangin hand-me-downs daddys in a hotel bar kids recitin mother goose runnin naked through the yard you see the best and the worst here the richest and the poor from the mansions on the hilltop to the red dirt floor pull into the station the suns settin outside the pushers and the pullers tryin to take you for a ride portland is a small town with a bitter city smile and as i walk these streets around i might just hang here for a while