The City

Growing up is easy It's looking back that's hard And looking forward is impossible But life keeps happening and None of it feels real A daily choice to live as though alive I'm just lost here in the city I'm without a home to call my own What am I to do now? Oh give me an anchor for my wayward soul But you, you cut the pretence out You're everything that's real Truly human in the best of ways And you're an eagle up there I bet your Dad would say that too You see beauty in the small things We're just out here in the city I never thought it'd be this way The clouds out here look much more pretty Because here I watch them with you I have no idea what to do But you are an anchor for my wary soul