Decemberists, The - grace cathedral hill

grace cathedral hill
all wrapped in bones of setting sun
all dust and stone and moribund
i paid twenty-five cents to light a little white candle
for a new year's day
i sat and watched it burn away
then turned and weaved through slow decay
we were both a little hungry so we went to get hot dog
down the hyde street pier
this light was slightly disappeared
the air it stunk of fish and beer
we heard a superman trumpet play the national anthem

and the world may be long for you
but it'll never belong to you
but on a motorbike when all the city lights blind your eyes tonight
are you feeling better now?