Everything is uphill in Seattle
Everywhere you go, you have to climb.
Everything is an uphill battle
If you want to get there on time.
Excuse me, where is the Capitol Grill?
It's six blocks up that hill.
People do not coast in this town
They don't believe in the fall of man
They're never depressed, or feel let down
If you're tired you can move to Spokane
Maybe it's the fresh salt air
Maybe it's the coffee in your cup
You climb the hill and there is a stair
And it goes up.
Pedaling with powerful thighs
On their upward routes
Seattleites trying to rise
And get above the clouds.
They bike, they hike, they race
Up that long incline
They're heading for a place
Where there is sunshine.
Excuse me. I'm looking for heaven.
It's straight ahead. Six blocks or seven.
No sorrow, and we'll never be ill?
It's right up that hill.