Letra de Hot Pink Raingear

I am sitting on a miniature Cherry-colored plastic chair On the porch of our new home In Portland, Oregon Which is not on fire In fact, last night Rain began to fall It was the first substantial rain Of winter and we were all relieved After the inferno That had burned through bush and brier And we sang la da da Well, the color The color of the sky I’d call it Crayola Violet, while The complex chord of a train Dopplers in the distance For everyone to hear And across Across the street A man in hot pink raingear Sleepwalks his dog in the Lavish morning quiet With plastic stuffed in his ear And we sang la da da Well, the trucks Judder down the city block Young men bobble boxes Full of almond milk and cell phone chargers Packed up in the skin of dying trees Baby, if that ain’t progress Then what’s it gonna be?