This city’s pace, How it rumbles slow
No airs and grace, Or putting on a show
I gave it all I have except for loads
Now it’s time to go
Your stolen glance, Will catch you up
Give me a half a chance, And two thirds luck
Your weathered heart seems ready to give up
Don’t you dare give up
It’s almost as if everybody’s crazy
It’s what happens when your choice is “sink or swim”
These well-tied ties and nebulae are at odds when fitting in a mind
Like the thought that war is something you can win
I like the pace, Of this sleepy house
In the hall I hear an oldie spinning ‘round
It sings, “Is you is or is you ain’t my baby?”
I hope that he found out