The City

The city was too late for us
I got there and you wanted to get away
The city was too great for us
We slept through the blue skies on the clouds on the duvet
The streets are all too straight for us
A parade of nobility seen from above
The city is to blame for us
And what was our love
What was…
The city makes you make a fuss
These places to meet up under the light
The city’s got its stake in us
It’s keeping receipts of our hellos and our hi’s
And everything is made of dust
From the box of the comics to the little street mice
The city takes so long to get quiet
And lust wasn’t sleeping that night
Before we knew it, we knew it was right
Before we blew it I didn’t know that we might
And now it’s somebody’s story
And I’m not sorry that it’s mine
Before we knew it we were out of time
And the city says, «Oh, if I could…»
But the rain soaked battered view makes you not sure
Am I walking in your neighborhood?
I was just driving by the rained out streets where we once were
And even though it’s way too late
Time seems to have stopped still where we stood
You ran back and you’re somewhere in the city
You’re somewhere in the city and I hope you’re good