Not My City

You sit down on the corner of your favorite bar Are you waiting for a friend? Are you waiting for a romance? Are you waiting for me? Well, I ain't got time waiting for a sign to come I'm thinking about the chances that we let go You go down to the corner of your favorite street Are you waiting for something to find? To hold and to keep? When they are selling everything you need Well, I ain't got time talking about a revolution I'm thinking about the changes about to come This is not my city This is just my home You don't look too pretty When you're dancing on your own And on top of the rich and famous There will be no dirt no more But there will be no birds to sing A song for the day to begin You lay down on the streets of your hometown Are you able to leave? Can you feel the conrete Beneath your feet? Well, maybe it's wrong to carry on And maybe it's all said and done But it's aching And I'm not taking it This is not my city This is just my home You don't look too pretty When you're dancing on your own And on top of the rich and famous There will be no dirt no more But there will be no birds to sing A song for the day to begin This is not my city This is just my home You don't look too pretty When you're dancing on your own This is not my city This is just my home You don't look too pretty When you're dancing on your own