Counting Crows — John Appleseeds Lament

I stepped out the front door into winter and the world outside I stepped out the door to New York City My hair was barely dry I could not remember where I was going So I went back inside Nothing’s happening in the elevator Nothing happening on the stairs Nothing ever happens when I am sleeping So I cannot stay there How do you find the parties when you’re in your room? How do you find the action? Man, the action is everywhere If you decide to climb outside your bedroom window Paint a picture on a cloud If you decide that you can’t hide inside Your mind provides a slide to get you out It feels just like you're falling when you're going down But everybody loves you when you hit the ground Well, I say a prayer, I say a prayer I say a prayer to Pocahontas I pray to John Appleseed Oh, I cigarette the winter air And then I Fred Astaire my way down 7th Street Some chick yells, "Jesus loves me more than I know But less than I need" I parade down The Bowery to The Battery And then I step off into the air Point my sunglasses east toward Jerusalem And then follow all the Pharaohs there They’re building pyramids in Leicester Square Driving in circles round the Circus til the circle’s in the air My love says “Come on Adam Tell me what the hell is wrong with you" She says "Come on Adam What the hell am I supposed to do?" She says "I could love you, I could leave you But I can't live w/what you put me through” I call the wind Maria because I do not know her face I call the endless sky Amelia Because she stays with me from place to place I call the sun my love Emmanuelle Because she cradled me in her embrace Nothing happening in the kitchen Nothing happening on the floor Nothing happening in my bed But she don’t sleep there no more How do you find the bottom when you’re in the air? How do you find the circus? Man, the circus is everywhere