By the city there's lot's to see but, do you think that's where you want to be when you can't take a bite of me. Cause this seed is a tree, and the fogs to low to see. Oh by the city, people look a lot, let me see what you've got, Do you dare to walk the streets alone? Like a body to a bone, or a king to a throne. He can't let go, no he can't let go. And now he's growing so slow. He'll look outside his window, by the city he will stare, By the city he will....
By the city there's lot's to do, sink your head in blue, drive in tattoo a few of you. What a shock it is to fel it in your face, Now I need a change of pace to bring me down from space. In the corner there's a candle, in the glass there's a glare. Walking toward that window sill, now your creeping toes have got you still by the city. Oh by the city, watch it there you go.
All Lyrics copyright 2007 Donny Fausner