never seen, seems familiar

On the day that I was born 
in the desert,
in a brokedown palace,
on Shakedown St,
where the dire wolf 
slept by the silver stream, 

The bus drove by and 
I married me a wife,
a woman about twice my height,
she's drivin' that train
where the easy wind 
don't blow so strange
out there on the neon avenue. 

So don't worry 'bout me no,
I will survive 
down by the docks of the city, 
ain't no place I'd rather be.