Dodger

[Verse 1]
The Brooklynn Dodger
Sinks the foul shot
Sees the changes
And unties the knot
Says Jack the Ripper
Killed like six people max
Then plays Daytripper
On the bari sax

[Chorus 1]
The luxury of living in the past
Her name was Charlotte, she studied fashion in Montreal

[Verse 2]
The LA Dodger
Turns the telescope
Toward the forest trees
Of the Pacific Slope
Says, "You know you can trace
The patterns in anything?
And you can bet that this summer
It's all happening"

[Chorus 2]
The luxury of living in the past
Another answering machine that will listen to you
We’d like to leave the door unlocked for a while
One more weekend waiting at your back steps

[Instrumental break]

[Chorus 3]
The luxury of living in the past
Another answering machine of man who will listen to you
There's always fear in letting go
One more weekend bus ride home from New England, hey!