My Apartment - Ben Kweller, John David Kent

Sometimes I wish I had a farm

Where the only pollution is your cigarettes

Where your mind is clear.

But I like it here in my small space.

New York’s the place where the sidewalks know my face

As I walk to My apartment, the home where I hide

Away from all the darkness outside.

I’m there all the time.

Bikes ride to the park and city pools.

It’s summer now;

empty the school.

Fly home to my cat on the F train.

I’m protected from pain

When I’m in My apartment, the home where I hide

Away from all the darkness outside.

I’m there all the time.

I’m there in my apartment, the home where I hide

Away from all the darkness outside.

I’m there all the time