The City Song
I must look stupid with my face against the window
but the glitter of the city lights is like the glimmer of the busy life
where the neon signs compete with graffiti; the streetcar's a billboard, the billboard's a TV
sooner or later the traffic lights will be more than a signal
where the stars you meet on the street outnumber the ones in the sky
and the trees in cement boxes hang their heads and cry
but I can't see my own carbon feet
when I'm just a cog in this lean machine
yet the bike lane vegan, feministic, bleeding green heart hipsters
oh, they keep on popping out of the woodwork all the same
with everything I asked for, and everything I didn't ask for
in the city, in the city, in the city
there's a cafe every corner, for the world works on caffeine
and rests on cigarettes, 'til they're finally free
and I pinch my pennies here and there to blow a buck on alcohol
at the bars that keep me awake 'til half past three
hey, I can't sleep at night.
I can't turn off the white noise, so turn up the music, like everybody else
and now, with all this music memorized
I can't hear myself think, I just scream whatever's on my mind!
.... in the city, in the city
it's everything I asked for. in the city, it's everything I didn't ask for.
(we're crazy like a million broken hearts worn on our sleeves
but I'd just be stupid if I'd ever try to leave
when it's everything I asked for, and everything I didn't ask for
in the city, in the city, in the city, in the city)
it's everything I asked for. it's everything I asked for.
in the city, in the city, and everything I didn't ask for