Westside - Ratboys

Falling over Westside

I came home, I let it ride

I fall asleep to the memories

Of my dreams

Never on the ocean

I was always a saint

You’re telling me I’m not faint

I’m just in slow motion

I had never loved

Another person

Until I found your name

On a paper plate in the aeroplane

I’m falling on the Westside

I am falling down deep

I’m falling on the Westside

I am falling down deep

Hopping along

To that Westside

I felt alive

Crying hard and all alone

I held on upon the Westside

I am far from home

Tell me your little

Memories from then

I’m always far from home

I’m never far from Hell

On that side, know that

Little on the Westside

I am broken as a bone

On the Westside

Little on the Westside

I am gone again