London of the States You realized too late That I was in your lungs It was more than mist That on the morning hung And Puget Sound makes none Another tide unsung The thick Snoqualmie trees With their leafy arms Ellenburg did reprieve Who'll watch the Needle glow? No Starbucks, Ichiro Red Delicious, Ann and Nancy Eddie's flannel show Ferries hug the shore No purpose anymore The drizzle on your skin Mingles with the sweat As judgment day begins London of the States You're quiet as of late