Gonna go to Seattle and on to Bellevue
wouldn’t go with anyone but you
so we can drink on the rocks
A holiday from the school of hard knocks
We’ll hustle and bustle
With the nightlife of Belltown
and that swinging jazz will
Hush our nerves right down

And when we bed down
With the lace unfastened
We’ll call in on our old friend passion
Or we can just lay
In the glow of moonlight
A neon sign in the sky
Illuminating shadows
Rarely seen, usually only in passing