Lucy Wainwright Roche - The City

The whole gang, everyone sang
By the light cast by of footlights from afar
There were glasses raised
There words for days at a time
You know who you are
Attempts to bottle, store, and toss away
From shore and to the surf
That isn't working anymore

So say hello to the city for me
Say hello to the crowd
I didn't make it home this time around

It just goes to shows and I suppose
It's easier to see the fruits of friend and foe
Strangers you'll always know
When they are falling from that tree
It get so hard to look, the time I'm told it took
We hold a mirror to each other
At the book

So say hello to the city for me
Say hello to the crowd
I didn't make it home this time around

On long drives everyone tries
To move the ever slowing time
You have the radio, you have a tune you know
The story passes by, another curtain drops
Another jury box
The song goes on and on and on
And never stops

So say hello to the city for me
Say hello to the crowd
I didn't make it home this time around