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big city dreams and small town failings



AN ENDLESS PROCESSION OF RED AND WHITE LIGHTS STREAKING ALONG THE MOTORWAY

TO SOMEWHERE FAR OFF OUT OF SIGHT

YOU SIT WATCHING FROM YOUR BEDROOM WINDOW

EVERY NIGHT WONDERING WHEN YOU'LL BE FREE

OF THIS PLACE FREE OF THE BOREDOM AND URBAN GREY

AWAY FROM THE SMALL MINDS AND PETTINESS

AND ALL THOSE KNOW-ALLS

THAT ALWAYS SEEM TO GET THEIR SAY


THERE ARE TIMES WHEN THESE WINDOWS

SEEM LIKE PRISON BARS

THE DRUNKS IN THE STREET BELOW

ACTING AS ARMED GUARDS

THE HILLS ALL AROUND SEEM LIKE MOUNTAIN RANGES

THE HIGHER YOU CLIMB THE HIGHER THEY RISE UP

BUT YOU KNOW THINGS NEED TO CHANGE

SO YOU DREAM OF HITCHING OUT OF THIS PLACE

SO TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT

YOU HEAD INTO THE wind

TOMORROW IS A FRESH NEW DAY

THE STREETS PAVED WITH GOLD AS A RUNAWAY


YOU CLIMB THE HIGHEST BUILDING AND LOOK AROUND

THE CITY LAID OUT AT YOUR FEET

BUT YOU KNOW NOW IT'S ALL A FAKE FACADE

BECAUSE THE BIG CITY MARCHES TO THE SMALL TOWN BEAT





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