I think I’ll move out of state 
Somewhere far from Seattle city lights 
They burn my eyes 
California sounds nice but California’s a lie 
Maybe I’m out of luck 
Or maybe I’m just blind all this time

Rain on my hopes, rain on my soul 
Rain on everything that I know 
It feels so ludicrous 
The pursuit of this dream 
We thought we’d be there long ago

- “Seattle” The Classic Crime