this is the proper place, but i'm growing older without grace
and all of the people sing contented with the urban routine
as the backdrop fell on my clothes in the evening
and the actresses left for the farewell party

and i left the timber line for oil slicks and parking fines
and i found that it's too late to renew the lease at 1138 Ellis.

all the punker kids need to home by seven
'cause there's dinner at eight in the suburbs with sister and father and mother
i wanted to end it there... save myself for once and for all
but it turns out it's not that good... now i'm stuck and summer turns to fall

and this is the proper place and i'm growing older without grace
and all of the people sing contented with the urban routine