Building airplanes in the basement Plates are breaking one room up Pretty soon they'll both get tired and pass out cold And every reckless evening Slipping silent out the house Walk between the rows and alleys on your own And you might go down with the women You might get off fighting cops But right now you need the skyline Breathing fast and climbing high along the roof tops Had a dream of Santa Lucia Flying high above the coast Every roadside hawk was watching as you rose But then you woke up in a bottle And you could not reach the top But a howling in the distance Came to you right through the fog And you might grow up wearing make up You might find a town you like Maybe somewhere near the border With white dishes all unbroken in a pile Narrow glow of dawn You're lying harrowed on the lawn Where no one knows