Delivery this morning
Our clothes are hung to dry
We're visiting the sellings
On the shore of the Puget Sound
The scenery gets a hold of you 
Like a bad record
There's something not as valid 
When the scenery's a postcard
And the view from the glass 
Is just the glass upon the finish
And the conversations people have 
About the lush surroundings
Are all tainted by the cards 
They got from travelling companions
Olympia is shorter to the street than what I thought
The view from in the city
Isn't scenery at all
But it gets a hold of you like a bad record