Here in the city we are

Here in the city we are small townsters

All we have is ourselves, our feet, our friends

Here in the city we are losing our hours

Everywhere is not a place we can be

Here in the city we are strange, timeless

Trading one son for another

Here we are in the city, chasing the windbreaks, catching the lee

Basking in pastries and group-laugh

Here we are, one day gone, easy

Here we are in the city, breaking off pieces

Here in the city we are shrinking small

Here in the city it is the same stealing sleep.