My Apartment — Ben Kweller

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